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 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