Vārdi: Bad Religion. The Dissent of Man. Where The Fun Is.

Smacked back tarmac stars
Are scars of fame
In the place where no one knows me
By my name

Where tar pit drips its drilled out vein
And fashion trips on tangled skein
If you need to slake that aching
In your brain

This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is

In the shadow of the valley
Where the nights are warm
We will fear no evil
When we get things done

Tap in, into the vain
We'll road trip and raise Cain
Down on the nickel with a flame
In the rain

This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where

So jump in, into the frame
We're laughing to hide the pain
It's not a riddle, we're all a little
A little amazed

This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is

This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is