Hey, hey!
We’re Far Enough From Heaven Now We Can Freak Out
There’s a wood under your scissors and it wants to break out
There’s a killer in the hall and he’s watching it all
Bang, bang!
He’s done his job 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, have fun ’til you’re dead
Yeah we got it, yo I got this brand new idea
the circle and its men now that's worth hours in here
(I think the last line is wrong, but its all I [bad word] up with)
Who can cook? Who can clean? Who will paint the fence? [x3]
I will [x8]

We’re Far Enough From Heaven Now We Can Freak Out [x4]

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 fightin' who just be cool and relax
So much to smile 'bout in this world i see
Just think when you die you begin again
Who can cook? Who can clean? Who will paint the fence?
I will! [x8]

We’re Far Enough From Heaven Now We Can Freak Out [x4]

Moon, the moon, the funkin' moon
We all moon on the funkin' moon
Moon, the moon, the funkin' moon
We’re Far Enough From Heaven Now We Can Freak Out

We’re Far Enough From Heaven Now We Can Freak Out
There's a wood under you zipper and it wants to break out
We're a mile way high on these wings of wax
We wanna steal your girls lay back and relax
The dance in a house that's burnin' down
The cure radio plays above the sound
Better hope the song can take you [bad word] on, [bad word] on

We’re Far Enough From Heaven Now We Can Freak Out [x4]