Let's descend through fog and rain And see if we can find the same way out Of this whole mess Its not as if we'd lose our lives Or be impaled by carving knives just yet No, not unless We sign the dotted line So everything will turn out fine Let's just disregard what makes us tick And act as if we're really thick and slow taking a hand and sign the dotted line So everything will turn out fine And if its not what it appears to be We'll get down on our bended knees And lick the shit of which they stand Until it shines. Let's go away to somewhere new where people haven't got a clue and blend into the crowd And sign the dotted line So everything will turn out fine And if its not what its cracked up to be ?We'll sit in sick so passively? We'll smile and nod and be well dressed For our decline