Fun For The Masses Lyrics

Jonathan Wilson Fun For The Masses

I sat on your bed and poisoned my head
Oh, how many girls and how many guys
How many goes a thousand times
How many girls and how many guys

I won't be the last to ponder your past
Oh, how many girls and how many guys
How many goes a thousand times
How many girls and how many guys

I will not be another page in your book of photos
See I never really could get on
With sheep in hip clothing, no...

Oh you, you bring me joy, and you bring me pain
Oh the deeper you carve the more that I feel
The deeper you carve the more that I feel
The deeper you carve the more that I feel

And when we die may we ride again
On a pair of white horses
See I never really could get on
With Fun for the Masses
When we die may we ride again
On a pair of white horses
See I never really could get on
With Fun for the Masses