For Fun

	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

	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