Hey there, Mr. Misery
As luck may have it
There's a seat right next to me


So come sit down
We can raise a toast

To our present company
With no no legal liability
No no no


Is there damage done?
I don't think so

Every penny down the wishing well goes to hell

Oh no, here comes Mrs. Valentine

Don't listen to a word she says
She's just a fabrication to increase the bottom's bottom line


And don't look her in the eye
She ain't sitting down at this table no more
Cause her heart is just an organ

Pumping blood to the wounds that I'm ignoring
Oh, oh, oh,


Is there damage done?
I don't think so
Every penny down the wishing well goes to hell


Is this battle won?
I don't think so

Because this war just wages on and on and on