Sign the Dotted Line

Let's descend through fog and rain

And see if we can find the same way out

Of this small mess

It's not as if we'd lose our lives

Or be impailed by carving knives

Just yet, no, not unless

We sign the dotted line

So everything will turn out fine

Let's just discard what makes us tick

And act as if we're really thick and slow

Take a pen in hand and sign the dotted line

So everything will turn out fine

And if it's 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 it's not what it's cracked up to be

We'll sit and sip so passively

We'll smile and nod and be well dressed

For our decline