Entry-level positions are available at the door,
And if you wish for closure, you can check the back of the store,
Cause quaint and simple we are not, instead we seal the jar.
You can ride the dunes of love all day and not go very far.
The menu is all wrinkled and the food is not so good,
And changing will never change a thing even if you think you should,
Cause smoking down below the skin is a bonfire filled with lust,
And the pie will leave a sour taste even if you eat the crust.

Yet the mistletoe that hangs above won't lead them to the door,
And the jackals in the shadows will just sit and wait for more,
Cause their road to bliss is hit or miss and fortune's guaranteed,
But everything's backed with a warrantee if the builder feels the need.

Horses and their jockeys stand around to point and laugh.
The businessmen and secretaries can't chart it on the graph.
The ups and downs are faster than jester hooked on smack,
And the answers to the questions are written with a lack.
Cause when it's all over the tornado leaves its path,
All we will see are actuaries left to do the math.
Cause as the gas runs low and the leader cleans his car,
They'll ride the dunes of love all day and not go very far.

Yet the mistletoe that hangs above won't lead them to the door,
And the jackals in the shadows will just sit and wait for more,
Cause their road to bliss is hit or miss and fortune's guaranteed,
But everything's backed with a warrantee if the builder feels the need.