Here

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