I was dressed for success, but success it never comes And I'm the only one who laughs at your jokes when they are so bad And your 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 defends an empty dock you cast away And rain upon the forehead where the mist's for hire if it's just too clear Let's spend our last quarterstance randomly Go down to the outlet once again Painted 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, they're 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 away have gone to this And a run-on piece of mountain trembles, shivers, runs down the freeway I guess she spent her last quarter randomly I guess a guess is the best I'll do Last time Last time Was the best time I spent