No Fun
Push, scrape, suck, fall
My magick bag is full of hope
Fuck you
I keep my nose above the waves
I keep my heart locked in a cage
Who the fuck are you?
Out in the desert find my brink
Out in the desert find my wake
Out in the desert find my rose
Out in the desert find my sword
There's no fucking way
I'm coming home tonight
There's no fucking way
That you can't prove me right
I'm just a fucking bore
I'm just a fucking whore
My magick bag is full of hope
Fuck you
I keep my nose above the waves
I keep my heart locked in a cage
Who the fuck are you?
Out in the desert find my brink
Out in the desert find my wake
Out in the desert find my rose
Out in the desert find my sword
There's no fucking way
I'm coming home tonight
There's no fucking way
That you can't prove me right
I'm just a fucking bore
I'm just a fucking whore
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Writer(s): Chris Peralta, Jason Jones
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