For Fun - The Hidden Cameras

In my evil, little graveyard

There was writing on the wall

We were concocting 'round the cauldron

A dream that was to come

For fun, for fun, for fun, for fun

He fretted and he fronted

With an accidental charm

'Til he had forgotten all the words

To his own monologue

For fun, for fun, for fun, for fun

When I heard the angel call

She put a needle in my bone

She dabbled in my marrow

I was convinced she was the balm

I knew she warded off evil

That would inevitably come

For fun, for fun, for fun, for fun

In the flash of a fall

It gave rise a lonely charge

That turned into a spark

That in turn gave rise to thought

Thought turned into scrawl

Scribbling into its own form

Form became a law

That would crumble into dust

For fun, for fun

For fun, for fun

The fun, the fun of it all