Badlees, The
The unfortunate result of spare time
The unfunny
Just be clever for clever's sake
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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