Family Fun

I guess it comes around in sequences of two, three and four
A wicked child born to hover on the edge of the door
The taste of flesh and the smell of the under adored
And just ‘cause money begets money doesn’t mean I ain’t bored

I want it found, want it sung from the mouths of the frail
I take your picture but the sound of silence isn’t for sale
And once again we find ourselves on the tips of our toes
The smell of sanitisation screaming "follow your nose"

A waste of time, waste of money, waste of national pride
Hammer and sickle held up high but it’s already been tried
One more taste one more swing of the high
I’d kiss your feet if Jesus Christ hadn't already died

Wooo-ooo

Waking up on the banks of the river of Styx
A steady stream as the banks gush a river of pricks
What a voice, what a change sitting suitably numb
Jacking off to your promotion but you never quite cum

A waste of time, waste of money, waste of national pride
Hammer and sickle held up high but it’s already been tried
One more taste one more swing of the high
I kiss your feet, but there’s a price

Family fun, family fun
The smell of freedom from the end of a gun
Family fun, family fun
Under the heat of the Arabian sun
Family fun, family fun
Pick up your toothbrush and your children and run
Family fun, family fun, family fun