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

Chorus:

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
1/4 stance randomly
Go down to the outlet once again
Painted portrait 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

Chorus

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