I got the gist of it   I admit all has become   More shit than wit   And that's all it's worth      Tell me, tell me, is there more to this? (whoa)   Tell me, tell me, is there more to hope for?      You missed your mark on appreciation   It wasn't my job to let you know   That your greed is filled with envy   And now I find you more deceiving      Dear mistress, I've become part of your plot   Of your mysterious, motionless ways have me tied in a knot   This is more than words   It's simple, I assure you   That every word was well rehearsed      You missed your mark on appreciation   It wasn't my job to let you know   That your greed is filled with envy   And now I find you more deceiving      Let's just wait, we'll sit it through, we'll sit it through