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 your forehead where the mist's for hire if it's
Just too clear.
Let's spend our last quarter stance 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 they sold away have gone to this.
And a «run-on piece of mountain» travels shivers runs down the freeway.
I guess she spent her last quarter randomly.
We guess a guess is the best I'll do, I'll do.
Last time, last time is the best time.