More Than Four - Lyrics


More Than Four

Four is a bore
Why not more?
More than four
On a dance floor

Five fingers
On your hand
Odd numbers
Understand?

A major key
Four and three
Seven is heaven
Played with eleven

Oscillation
With shifted phase
Never ceases
To amaze

Four is a bore
Why not more?


Moonchego

We landed on the moon? No way!
Why? Because the moon is made of cheese
What kind of cheese? Hint: It's gourmet
Here's the truth, but keep it secret please

Moonchego
Who knew the moon's blue?
Moonchego
We could make fondue
Moonchego
One small slice for a man
Moonchego
One giant cheese for mankind

Moonchego
The champagne of Spain
Moonchego
It's treacherous terrain
Moonchego
Studies have shown
Moonchego
You'd sink like a stone
Moonchego
Nothing to see here folks
Moonchego
Space travel is a hoax
Moonchego
With respect to your views
Moonchego
The moon is fake news

Moonchego
Area 51
Moonchego
They're coming for your guns
Moonchego
There's a shortage of Brie
Moonchego
It's caused by 5G
Moonchego
Nothing to see here folks
Moonchego
Space travel is a hoax
Moonchego
With respect to your views
Moonchego
The moon is fake news


Pleasant Mistake

Remember this, you and me dancing, just before the flood
Taking one last selfie before we're buried in the mud
Alien historians will struggle to understand
Why instead of seeking safety we were dancing hand in hand

Why should we care what happens after we're gone?
We had a blast and torched the Amazon
It was a mistake but a pleasant one
Who could blame us for maximizing fun?

Pleasant mistake
Pleasant mistake
Pleasant mistake
Pleasant mistake


Planet Broke

Dear mommy
Thanks a lot
Thanks to you
Earth's too hot

The planet broke
We're out of luck
You smoked it
What the fuck

You made me
And left me here
Thanks for nothing
Mommy dear

It must've been good
When forests stood
You loved your freedom
More than trees

It must've been fine
Sipping beer and wine
You loved your freedom
More than bees

It must've been nice
When the world had ice
You loved your freedom
More than the sea

It must've been sweet
With plenty to eat
You loved your freedom
More than me

You loved yourself
And sent me to hell
You loved yourself
And sent me to hell
You loved yourself


All music and lyrics by Chris Korda