Song | For Fun |
Artist | The Hidden Cameras |
Album | Awoo |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gibb | |
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 |
zuo qu : Gibb | |
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 |
zuò qǔ : Gibb | |
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 |