You might come here Some day on a whim Catch the gold rush Whilst there's prizes to win The warm bodied pleasers And cold blooded teasers Are hard Hard to gage But ain't Ain't it fun? Amphetamine tribes stalk Amphetamine kings and The queen of Clubs pulls their Amphetamine strings And she sings; “Wake up to wondering What has been lost due to Growth and prosperity Longing and lust?” Hard Hard to trust The practical jokers and tactical voters take Practical tokes just to see if they choke on the fumes Stick around for breakfast and bed and to Lay down with men of certain distinction Ain't it fun? Sunrises sunrises does your head in Whilst spit sweat and cum stick the sheets to the sins Dont begin Up and coming? Remains to be seen This house is a hovel No place for a queen And ain't Ain't it fun?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
