One show’s all you’re gonna get; The best of all this common sense
Put your fate in nervousness. Cling to all those complications.

One knight stood and ran away; Tied though not withstanding it
Frustrated yet making dough; most of us are headed for the oven

What’s the point of feeding me lies with starving company?
It’s all dead-on-arrival passion, break the windows, raise the dead
Please don’t try to humor me

Never think of atrophy without a little comedy
The game of inches up or down is vaguely masked as the greatest disposition
Cast your long past joys aside! Accept this as your reality!
Use the bait and switch it off; for one more big trip to the trough

What’s the point of feeding me lies with starving company?
It’s all dead-on-arrival passion, break the windows, raise the dead
Please don’t ever believe me

Raise the dead; dead on arrival
Raise the dead: dead on arrival