Here (John Peel Session #1)

I was dressed to suck And 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 and empty deck you cast away As rain up on your forehead Where the mist's for hire if it's Just too clear. Let's spend our last Go down to the outlet once again. Painted portrait of minion's 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. 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 it's the best I'll do