[Vick]

Thank you, thank you very much
For bringing us back for an encore
We're going to do one more song
Before we call it a night


These triumphs and successes
Just lead to bigger messes
Once blessed and bound for glory
But that's another story

All your dreams will fall apart
Your fondest wishes too
And the fears you thought you conquered
Will be right here when they do

Whispers of a history
You left for dead and gone
Like the little bird who told me
That you ain't no fuckin swan

Self-taught and -referential
Drunk on your own potential
That cruel and patient chuckling
Is just your inner duckling

Eager to expose you
For the hero that your not
And remind you in its lullabies
Of failures you forgot

Whispers of a history
You left for dead and gone
Like the little bird who told me
That you ain't no fuckin swan

If you were really clever
You make it live forever
Pray God that when the drought hits
You get to keep the outfits


Thanks again
You've been a great audience
and if you'll have us back
We'd love to come back
and play for you sometime in the near future
Good Night