I've got it all most
I've got it all almost all figured out
But always when I get there
Always when I get there
All the pieces they just fall apart I can't hear you, I can't hear you talk
About your dreams involving me
I don't believe, I don't
That they are any sort of prophecy at all What a shock it's Mr. Sweet and Awful
Don't look so ***
We all lose the part occasionally How consistent, how can someone
So consistently mess up as much as every instance?
How can someone inconsistent mess up so consistently? What a shock it's Mr. Sweet and Awful
Tell your Gods I want to speak to their fathers
Look right now I'm standing on my fortune
I've got it all, steal it from the lost and found