Moving Out

I'm fed up so I've decided to move out of home and into my imagination
My bags are packed and I've handed my tickets over to the creativity conductor at the station.
This is the greatest excuse to be a recluse since the hermit crab got his permit back
And relocated back inside his shelly turban pad.

In my imagination running with scissors won't leave you covered in stitches
Because anyone who visits my kitchen turns into a wizard
And everyone knows scissors beats paper but nothing beats wizards.
Here we don't have guns and murder,
Just tonnes of servings of ham buns and burgers.
James Brown is still alive but Donald Trump is dead,
In my new place Peyton Manning even has a regular sized head.

The lights in my house are angler fish that float like fairies
With silly pink wings to make them less scary.
The walls and floors are bouncy castles covered in mink
And you have to jump to the ceiling to turn on the sink.
My laptop is a backboard
I shoot idea balls at it like Michael Jordan getting three pointers from half court.
The living room is actually alive in fact his name is Robert
And the couch shouts you dinner every time you sit on it.

My girlfriend wears a short skirt and a loooooooonnng jacket
The perfect addition to my life cause she knows that to solve any problems you gotta start with the brackets.
There are trees made of compliments and none of the forest critters bite
Any disagreements are settled by a mutual agreement that everyone is right.
It's always sunny here with a light breeze to keep you cool
And celery makes you fat and short while chocolate makes you strong and tall.

Gays can get married and so can little kids There won't be any divorces cause the only love here is true love and true love is sick!
Corrupt politicians are a thing of the past Elvis Presley's the president and John Lennon is second in charge.
We don't condemn artists and freedom speakers
We buy them skyscraper canvases and megaphones with giant receivers.
My imagination has room for all races of people
We supply everyone fountains of orange juice and shower them in Cheezles. 

Hatred is no longer a word and heartbreak doesn't exist
The grass whispers tales of friendship and endless happiness.
Chipmunks scurry around in beautiful abundance
And they'll even let you pat them if you do a little sun dance.
There's never any fights and nobody causes any trouble
'Cause we would all rather ride horses and blow giant cinnamon flavoured bubbles.

But why couldn't all of this justice and grace  just be real,
What sort of world do we live in if we can only imagine a place where all people are equal?
This isn't a simple case of mistaking steak for some veal,
If you were the one who imagined our current world, how would you feel?