You're No Fun

I don't do anything fun anymore
It's a bummer to be me
Me me
And I can do nothing but for the sake of the score
And I'm always losing
I'm longing for frivolity
To have no reason at all

Productivity nails me to the floor
The witching hours near
Near near beat
Beat the sun this time up flying out the door
And I'm still late I fear
Hey hey hey hey hoo
These cycling trivialities
Gain more mass every day
See no difference or so I fake
Avoid treason at all cost

There's sure to be little different in the end I'm sure
So why am I tripping
La da da la da da da da da da da da
The end justifies the means or so I'm told
So take your whipping
I can't be held responsible
For blasting off, for taking off, for drifting off
Nor do I need permission to idol
For the sake of my survival

No longer growing
No chance of slowing down
No way I've found how
To descend this mount
Drowning tho dryer than dunes
In the Rub' al Khali at high noon