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?