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