For Fun کے بول

In my evil, little graveyard There was writing on the wall We were concocting 'round the cauldron A dream that was to come For fun, for fun, for fun, for fun He fretted and he fronted With an accidental charm 'Til he had forgotten all the words To his own monologue For fun, for fun, for fun, for fun When I heard the angel call She put a needle in my bone She dabbled in my marrow I was convinced she was the balm I knew she warded off evil that would inevitably come For fun, for fun, for fun, for fun In the flash of a fall It gave rise a lonely charge That turned into a spark That in turn gave rise to thought Thought turned into scrawl Scribbling into its own form, Form became a law That would crumble into dust For fun, for fun For fun, for fun The fun, the fun of it all