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 quarterstance randomly

go down to the outlet once again



painted portraits of minions