| Song | Dumb Fun |
| Artist | Juliana Hatfield |
| Album | Only Everything |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hatfield | |
| Power score, kick the dirt, | |
| Sick of being good. | |
| Twice removed, love can kill, | |
| Crack up in the sun. | |
| On again, off again, | |
| I am on my side. | |
| Idiot philosophy, | |
| That is really, that is really | |
| Dumb dumb dumb dumb | |
| Dumb dumb dumb dumb | |
| This record's over finally. | |
| Much too good for me. | |
| Guitar murder, be a hero. | |
| Jump in front of a gun | |
| Get the ice, bad appetite. | |
| Love to have the blues. | |
| Your true love is ****in' around | |
| And oh we did have oh we had such | |
| Fun fun fun fun | |
| Fun fun fun fun. | |
| Dumb dumb dumb dumb | |
| Dumb dumb dumb dumb | |
| Dumb dumb dumb dumb | |
| Dumb, dumb. | |
| How do i get a foot in your door ? | |
| How do you turn this on ? | |
| Had a heart by accident. | |
| Did you have it all along ? | |
| Slave to the single chief executive | |
| Officer of the song. | |
| Hate your job, love your stuff. | |
| If you think that's living you are | |
| Wrong wrong wrong wrong | |
| Wrong wrong wrong wrong. |
| zuo ci : Hatfield | |
| Power score, kick the dirt, | |
| Sick of being good. | |
| Twice removed, love can kill, | |
| Crack up in the sun. | |
| On again, off again, | |
| I am on my side. | |
| Idiot philosophy, | |
| That is really, that is really | |
| Dumb dumb dumb dumb | |
| Dumb dumb dumb dumb | |
| This record' s over finally. | |
| Much too good for me. | |
| Guitar murder, be a hero. | |
| Jump in front of a gun | |
| Get the ice, bad appetite. | |
| Love to have the blues. | |
| Your true love is in' around | |
| And oh we did have oh we had such | |
| Fun fun fun fun | |
| Fun fun fun fun. | |
| Dumb dumb dumb dumb | |
| Dumb dumb dumb dumb | |
| Dumb dumb dumb dumb | |
| Dumb, dumb. | |
| How do i get a foot in your door ? | |
| How do you turn this on ? | |
| Had a heart by accident. | |
| Did you have it all along ? | |
| Slave to the single chief executive | |
| Officer of the song. | |
| Hate your job, love your stuff. | |
| If you think that' s living you are | |
| Wrong wrong wrong wrong | |
| Wrong wrong wrong wrong. |
| zuò cí : Hatfield | |
| Power score, kick the dirt, | |
| Sick of being good. | |
| Twice removed, love can kill, | |
| Crack up in the sun. | |
| On again, off again, | |
| I am on my side. | |
| Idiot philosophy, | |
| That is really, that is really | |
| Dumb dumb dumb dumb | |
| Dumb dumb dumb dumb | |
| This record' s over finally. | |
| Much too good for me. | |
| Guitar murder, be a hero. | |
| Jump in front of a gun | |
| Get the ice, bad appetite. | |
| Love to have the blues. | |
| Your true love is in' around | |
| And oh we did have oh we had such | |
| Fun fun fun fun | |
| Fun fun fun fun. | |
| Dumb dumb dumb dumb | |
| Dumb dumb dumb dumb | |
| Dumb dumb dumb dumb | |
| Dumb, dumb. | |
| How do i get a foot in your door ? | |
| How do you turn this on ? | |
| Had a heart by accident. | |
| Did you have it all along ? | |
| Slave to the single chief executive | |
| Officer of the song. | |
| Hate your job, love your stuff. | |
| If you think that' s living you are | |
| Wrong wrong wrong wrong | |
| Wrong wrong wrong wrong. |