The TV is always on And I am on my knees That's alright with you So I guess it's alright with me Took two weeks of vacation To honeymoon in space I still can't remember Why we bought this place So take a number from the table And go sit back down We'll call you over when we're able Welcome to hell Welcome to hell I'm too fat to roll over You're still counting stars The elevator's broken And there's cars parked in the yard I hate your mother's perfume It hurts my self-esteem It's been ten years since the fallout Of my latest failed dream So take a number from the table And go sit back down We'll call you over when we're able Welcome to hell Welcome to hell Welcome to hell Welcome to hell Welcome to hell When the lights get to bright And