Good morning, or is it evening
We hope you like our humble offering
Seems like we started years and years ago
Now Lizzy, Pete, and me we're ready to step back
and let the album go

So here's our guarantee...
(Like Birdy draining threes or LJ in the paint)
Our guarantee...
(And Lizzy wondered so Pete showed her where the taint was)

We prob'ly should've finished long ago (we're so slow...)
But now's no time for excuses lists or other tales of woe (slow pokes, yeah)
We took our time that's true, but now there's songs to play for you
We hope they make your neighbors wonder what the hell you're list'ning to

So here's our guarantee...
(And Steve Albini might not dig the toms on track three)
Our guarantee...
(And there's no use for squirrel fur that will still shock me)

You may or may not see sublime in all
Nor will your moldy soles save you from Hellhounds ten feet tall
But whatever you find along your way
We're so grateful that you made today a Life Like Luster day