No Fun At All
No Fun At All
No Fun At All
No Fun At All
No Fun At All
No Fun At All
No Fun At All
No Fun At All
No Fun At All
No Fun At All
No Fun At All
No Fun At All
No Fun At All
No Fun At All
I'm getting sick and tired
Of running 'round getting nowhere
I beat my head against the wall
The situation now
Is getting tense so uncertain
It's time to realize my goal
But I can get away and I can get away
And hope that it will last I can get away and
I can get away or I can stay a while
But it happens yeah it happens
And it happened yeah it's happening to me
And I greet insanity
But pleasure is to be insane
Pleasure is to be insane
Never sound never rational
And I'm spinning around And around
Then I can see my own reality
I'm getting sick and tired
Of wasting time being social
I need diversion for a while
It's time to understand
That sanity is overrated
I can forget it with a smile