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