Black Licorice - Fun Times

One, Two, Three, Four

Hustering steeple a man of the people
All through all, he's a little too sheeple
An M&M, an eye for an eye
Well can't you see he's such an awful bastard
He better be willing to burn all his brothers
As actions, they come from the words that he sputters
He'll go down in the valleys of hell
As a satan of a satan and a dickhead as well

Crackles finally fizzled to a pop
Moments makers found it's nose above you
The actions happen as you brought them up
It's finally time for you to see things through

In the land where the self can't be selfish
There is no edict to brighten all eyes
And the heathens they know that they here it
This is the place where their fun times will die

Crackles finally fizzled to a pop
Moments makers found it's nose above you
The actions happen as you brought them up
It's finally time for you to see things through

In the land where the self can't be selfish
There is no edict to brighten all eyes
And the heathens they know that they here it
This is the place where their fun times will

Die

Crackles finally fizzled to a pop
Moments makers found it's nose above you
The actions happen as you brought them up
It's finally time for you to see things through
Crackles finally fizzled to a pop
Moments makers found it's nose above you
The actions happen as you brought them up
It's finally time for you to see things through

In the land where the self can't be selfish
There is no edict to brighten all eyes
And the heathens they know that they here it
This is the place where their fun times will die

Written by:
Conner Farrell

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