Enemies Of Fun (feat. Ralf Scheepers & Piet Sielck)
They tell you that you’re useless Just a degenerate bum They cut you down to small fry And grill your ass ‘till done
Your innocence they plunder With knowledge from the cold Beware you’re going under You’re in a danger zone
They come to fight You dream to kill They strike you down and force you with their iron well So thanks for nothing Just leave me be And let me live my life the way it’s meant to be Beware my sun
The enemies of fun, enemies of fun, the enemies of fun You better turn and run From the enemies of fun
In school I learned the hard way That you don’t fool around Follow the rules and obey Or they will chew you out
Just play for keeps, not to enjoy Just do your work and don’t you hang out with the boys No, just let me rock and party well I’ll have it my own way and you can go to hell I was born to run
From the enemies of fun, enemies of fun You better turn and run From the enemies of fun Enemies of fun
I was born for the bright lights Step out of your rain And you get nothing for nothing I’ll always do it again I’ll be riding the rising sun So bless you all I’m flying high…
They waste your time, they twist your mind The enemies of fun They’re closing in, the joy grows dim The enemies of fun They never play, not go astray The enemies of fun A little sin, they won’t give on The enemies of… Aaaaaaaahhhhh
Beware my son…
The enemies of fun, enemies of fun, The enemies of fun, enemies of fun
They got you on the run They’re out to get you You better run from the E.O.F. No, never listen Oh, don’t believe a word they say Just do things your own way You better run So far away, far away…