Enemies Of Fun (feat. Ralf Scheepers & Piet Sielck)

They tell you that you're useless
Just a degenerate bum
They cut you down to small fry
And grill your ass 'til done

Your innocence they plunder
With knowledge from the cold
Beware you're going under
You're in a danger zone

They come to fight
You dream to kill
They strike you down and force you with their iron will
So thanks for nothing
Just leave me be
And let me live my life the way it's meant to be
Beware my son

The enemies of fun, enemies of fun, the enemies of fun
You better turn and run
From the enemies of fun

In school I learned the hard way
That you don't fool around
Follow the rules and obey
Or they will chew you out

Just play for keeps, not to enjoy
Just do your work and don't you hang out with the boys
No, just let me rock and party well
I'll have it my own my way and you can go to hell
I was born to run

From enemies of fun, enemies of fun
You better turn and run
From the enemies of fun
Enemies of fun

I was born the bridge lights
Step out of the rain
And you get nothing for nothing
I'll always do it again
I'll be riding the rising sun
So bless you all
I'm flying high

They waste your time, they twist your mind
The enemies of fun
They're closing in, the joy grows dim
The enemies of fun
They never play, nor go astray
The enemies of fun
Aahh

Beware my son

The enemies of fun, enemies of fun
the enemies of fun, the enemies of fun

They got you the run
They're out to get you
You better run from the E.O.F
No, never listen
Oh, don't believe a word they say
Just do things your own way
Your better run
So far away, far away