I always dressed for success
But 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 an empty dock you cast away
And rain upon the forehead
Where the mist's for hire if it's just too clear
Let's spend our last quarter stance randomly
Go down to the outlet once again

Painted portraits of minions and 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 they're 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 Spanish candles
They sold away sold have gone away to this
And a run-on piece of mountain
Trembles, shivers, runs down the freeway
I guess she spent her last quarter randomly
We guess, a guess is the best I'll do

Last time, last time is the best time I spent


Lyrics submitted by vCheerUpEmoKidv, edited by Discordman

"Here" as written by Stephen Joseph Malkmus Scott Kannberg

Lyrics © WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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    General CommentHere is the defining song of the 90's. It describes the futility of all the gen xers..."I was dressed for success but success it never comes". fucking righteous.

    And Pavement OWNS, OWNS the Pixies.
    What I See Is Meon November 09, 2007   Link

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