I stand before you open now a bleak and hollow shell
A battered weary tattered piece of man
I've swallowed all my guilty pride and all my sins as well
I'll do my best to fix-up what I can
But I've had years to ***** things up and ***** them up again
And thus this may just take some extra time
So have a seat and while you wait there's magazines to read
I'll call you when your number's next in line.