Paroles de Forward To Fun

Everybody's looking forward to fun Blaring rotten, cook and matlock and jones Carry bodies hide fingers under the leaves You're scaring me please I'll tell my older brother looking to run To trail his crummy bookies' line of action The failed and petty crooked-ass thieves aren't willing to please And I want to Surf the ocean with this board made out of soul Never want to Dwarf emotions for my daughters' hearts of gold To be perfectly stoned And get outside and work my lazy bones Scary thoughts are cooking, the cook is a punk Harry rags and sooty, I'm elephant's trunk The buried bodies growing wings under my feet Apparently cheat Daring daughter's chocking, "I married a chump" Young mary's father broke in, "I'll make him a stump" Hurried prodding just might sever arteries Appendage and meat And I want to Surf the ocean with his board made out of soul Never want to Dwarf emotions for my daughters' hearts of gold To be perfectly stoned And get outside and work my lazy bones Everybody's looking forward to fun