Dear mr and mrs efficiency
I wrote you a letter the other day
Five thousand words of pure genius
Five hundred thoughts on something hilarious
Parachute parachute would you keep falling
I'd like to know will we land in the sand
I bring it on I can bring it all home
I got some weapons with me
Dear mr and mrs I have never seen
How to dress up your reputation
You could kiss and embrace three technical engineers
You could copy and paste me for anything more severe
Astronaut astronaut would you keep breathing
I'd like to know your point of view
We get along we can explain it so well
I got some opinions with me
Dear mr and mrs hypocrisy
Your pleasures are running out of date
Two million light years of such great scenery
A fews little steps from all of this poverty
Parallel parallels I keep my fingers crossed
Who would want to know what lies ahead
They bring it on they would like to take us in
I got my theories right here