Don't Tell Me To Do The Math(s)

We know that we could sell your magazines If only you would give your life to literature just Don't read Jane Eyre! Work on your algebra And stand out in the rain And give yourself to simple pleasures but Never play card games! Meanwhile, back at home Not in communist Russia Well only on my headphones We plot our march onto the town hall And if we'd take prisoners Or simply simper at those fools Please don't tell me to do the math Please don't tell me to do the math Tonight we're gonna smash this place up And then we're gonna deck it out with fairy lights till We are content! And then we'll maybe drown in Dewey decimals But leave our shoes off at the door cause That was the point! Of us at home with the moon Pouring through the curtains Working on our attitude Towards the second hand book shop employees Reading the inscriptions That were never meant for their eyes Please don't tell me to do the math Please don't tell me to do the math Please don't tell me to do the math Please don't tell me to do the math I'm stitching up each one of your pockets So when we are together you'll maybe look a little less bored I'm sticking your fingers into sockets To kick-start your little heart and maybe sleep a tiny bit more Oh maybe we should read more into the books that we adore Perhaps we should drink less vitamin C And now I'm shouting out in capital letters "I WILL THROW YOU HIGH FIVES IF YOU KEEP YOUR OWN SECRETS!!"