The blonde drove her car to the run-down motel,
Unwittingly stepped into her private hell,
She could deal with the son, but not mother as well,
But it all makes sense at the end.

It started with monkeys, then went to the moon,
Then a murd’rous computer made the crew met their doom.
But how did that great big monolith
Get in that nice white room?
But it all makes sense at the end.

(chorus)
The twists and the turns and the holes in the plot,
They still keep us seated at our movie spot,
With our coke and our popcorn, while thinking,
“Now What!?”
But it all makes sense at the end.


Now Skywalker fin’lly had run out of luck,
He’d been Bitch-Slapped at Bespin, his hand was cut off,
But Darth Vader’s his Father? Well… how does THAT work?
Yet it all makes sense at the end.

Now who would think, the greatest trick, the Devil ever pulled,
Was make us think he don’t exist? We certainly were fooled!
But surely Keyzer Soze’s six feet nine in stocking soles?
But it all makes sense at the end!


(chorus)


We try to interpret,
But always in vain,
What are the Twelve Monkeys?
Was Ming really slain?
The questions abound,
But like Citizen Kane,
It all makes sense at the end.

Even Pi…
With that Math Genius guy,
Had a surfeit of logic
You could not deny.
But not Donnie Darko,
We tried and we tried….
But that made NO sense at the end…
… or the beginning…
… or the middle…
… it was still good though…


So Rorchach’s in prison, the comedian’s dead,
A latex Silk Spectre turned Night Owl’s head.
And even Doc Manhattan went where Adrian led,
But it all makes sense at the end.

And life’s like a movie, tho’ sometimes you’re bored,
And most would end up on the cutting room floor.
But we keep going forward,
And pray to the Lord…
That it all makes sense at the end.
It all makes sense at the end…
Will it all make sense at the end?
It all makes sense at the end…
and it all make sense at the end!
It all makes sense at the end…