No Fun from No Fun by Jacobus
Tracklist
| 1. | No Fun | 4:00 |
Lyrics
This is for the guy who talked during the outro,
And this is for the cashier who wouldn't refund my mom,
And this is for the guy who's always at that place,
Walking around with a phone that can't get calls.
He's a big man dressed in black,
Always getting nothing done.
Three hours of screen-time is no fun,
Less than that -- still no fun.
Insatiability, I let you burgeon.
Won't you take my hand?
The gray walls are caving in on you,
They mumble, 'You're no fun.'
You harvest apathy in your fertile soul.
How're those crops doing?
Hope to travel the world some day. (And then what?)
Well I hope I try not to get bored. (Well how?)
Maybe do some kick-backs, maybe do a toe-dance.
Maybe walk in a circle for a year or ever...
The gray walls are caving in on you,
They mumble, 'You're no fun.'
And you harvest apathy in your fertile soul!
