We're far enough from heaven now we can freak out...
There's a world under your zipper and it wants to break out...
There's a killer in the hall and he's munching it all
BANG! BANG! Go his jaws and he's hungry for more...
You can see it. You can feel it—metal to your head
Might as well kiss the monster, laugh and fuck 'til you're dead...
Yeah Boccaccio I got this brand new idea
Let's take over this mansion and tell some stories in here
Who can cook? Who can clean? Who will paint the fence?
Who can cook? Who can clean? Who will paint the fence?
Who can cook? Who can clean? Who will paint the fence?
I will, I will, I will, I will, I will, I will, I will

We're far enough from heaven now we can freak out

We're far enough from heaven now we can freak out...
Rob the flowers from the grass and the twist from the shout
We're all a mile high with some wings of wax
Who's fighting who?!!! Just be cool and relax
So much to smile about in this world of sin
Just think when you die you begin again
Who can cook? Who can clean? Who will paint the fence?
I will, I will, I will, I will, I will, I will, I will

We're far enough from heaven now we can freak out

The moon, the moon, the fucking moon...
We on the moon, on the fucking moon...
Moon, moon, fucking moon...
We're far enough from heaven now we can freak out hey!

We're far enough from heaven now we can freak out...
There's a world under your zipper and it wants to break out...
We're a mile way high on these wings of wax
We want to steal your girls, lay back, and relax
Ever dance in a house that's burning down?
Ever hear a radio play a ghostly sound?
Ever hope the song could take you home?
Well come on...
Come on...