starin' at the ceiling into shadow-fakes
the circle-smokes in the ladies room
                   only got you as far as the roles assumed
a glimpse of the perfect crime is just a reverie away
whadaya say we hang there a while for expediency's sake?
and fantasize the great demise of the unfunny
cut and dry, we'll bid good-bye to the unfunny
their personality inspires like a five-pound bag of fertilizer
like living in a house with fifteen cats,
                   you're unaware of the stench when a line goes flat
a glimpse of the perfect crime is just a reverie away
whadaya say we hang there a while for expediency's sake?
and fantasize the great demise of the unfunny
set 'em up, we'll drink a cup to the unfunny

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