Unfinished Business
Congratulations, kid
This is the promised land, raised on broken promises
Count your blessings, and do not stop counting
You'll be the next generation of super accountants
You're left to navigate this life
With yellowed maps and faulty instruments
So count your blessings, and do not stop counting
You're the next generation of superior accountants
The landmarks have long ago been razed or paved over
And the landmarks have long ago been gone
I hate outside, but I'll make the trip to say
"So long to the conciliatory dawn"
Congratulations, kid
You've been invited to the best party ever thrown
The good times never end
Unless you're not on the guest list or invited in
Party favors?
Muzzles and blindfolds
Fuck yeah, let's dig on it
So count your blessings, and do not stop counting
You're the next generation of superior accountants
The landmarks have long ago been razed or paved over
And the landmarks have long ago been gone
I hate outside, but I'll make the trip to say
"So long to the conciliatory dawn"
It's easy to see where the world went wrong
But some went right
And occasionally, I think it's worth it to fight
It's easy to see where the world went wrong
But some went right
And occasionally, I think it's worth it to fight
And if it's part of the ebb and flow
And I'm trying to believe it 'cause you just said so
And if it's part of the ebb and flow
And I'm trying to believe it 'cause you just said so
And if it's part of the ebb and flow
And I'm trying to believe it 'cause you just said so
And if it's part of the ebb and flow
And I'm trying to believe it 'cause you just said so
