Unfinished Business Lyrics

Congratulations kid, this is the promised land and we're raised on broken bromises. So 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 blessing and do not stop counting. you're the next generation of superior/super/stupid/useless accountants.

The landmarks have long ago been razed or paved over. 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 of course 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.

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...