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 

Quarter 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 

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 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 

I'll do, last guess 

Last time, last time is the best time