Lyrics:

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 deck you cast away
And rain upon your forehead where the mist's for hire if you just let it clear
Let's spend our last quarter stamps 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 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 Spanish candles unsold have gone away 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, it's the best of me