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