Meeting Point Songtext

I invite you all to the flat with its owner disgustingly fat he has painted all the walls at the desperate shades of his falls dirty sheets on the beds and free entrance for all of my friends I got a lot of tales waiting to be heard I can't wait to meet you there at the MEETING POINT of our despair now watch my head as it explodes, the greatest show with a secret code-- and fat Sam will explain stories of beauty, betrayal and pain don't be shocked! They're all lies; in real life i would have fewer tries I got a lot of tales waiting to be heard I can't wait to meet you there at the meeting point of all affairs: it's called failure,it's called failure i gotalotoftaleswaitingtobeheard