Текст: Badlees. 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
Whaddaya say we hang there a while
For expediency's sake?

And fantasize
The great demise of the unfunny
Cut and dry
We'll bid goodbye 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
Whaddaya 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