fun. One Foot

Um….

Happiness stumbled upon a chapel last night
And I can’t help but back up when I think of what happens inside
I’ve got friends locked in boxes, that’s no way to live
What you calling a sin, isn’t up to them
Afterall, afterall I thought we were all your children
But I will die for my own sins, thanks a lot
We’ll rise up ourselves, thanks for nothing at all
So up off the ground, our forefathers are nothing but dust now

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