I was dressed for succes, but success it never comes
And I'm the only one who laughs, at your jokes when they are so bad
And you jokes are always bad, but they're not as bad as this.
Come join us in a prayer, we'll be waiting, waiting where
Everything's ending here.
And all the sterile striking it depends an empty dock you cast away
And rain upon you forehead where the mist's for hire if it's just too clear
Lets spend out last quarter stance randomly
Paved portraits of minions and slaves, crotch mavens and one night plays
Are they the only ones who laugh? At the jokes when they are so bad
And the jokes are always bad, but they're not as bad as this.
Come join us in a prayer, we'll be waiting, waiting where
Everything's ending here.
And all the spanish candles unsold have gone away to this
And a "Run on piece of mount on" trembles shivers runs down the freeway
I guess she spent her last quarter randomly
I guess a guess is the best I'll do