Fun
The last sip I take,and can feel the intensity down my throat
I want no reminder,for that is a familiar tone in chime of the clock
I can't wait for the crow of the cock
For in a deep pool of sin I float
Beer I don't take,
But am drunk like never.
Staggering in every step
And I can't walk straight
I am sailing, yes,but in which boat?
Fun,fun,fun,fun,fun;
Fun that yields sorrow.
Fun that yields regret,
Fun that I spend all my wages on
Fun........fun I don't understand,
Fun yields happiness, but this one negates joy.
Before sunset,
I wanna know the whole truth set
From this trap to go let
Why do I have guilt?
Am in a cult?
I don't understand this fun?
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