Fun At All

FUN AT ALL

Music/lyrics: Sanna Hansson

 

My sister's mother, father's lover got the blues

He thinks to himself as she breaks the news

Things around her tired feet says "Clean your shit"

He shoves them in a basket, this is it

Oh he cries on the bathroom floor "For I have sinned,

If you only knew the state of mind I'm in"

Conflict with his brain and her anger issues

Dustbin piling up with nose blowed tissues

Is it too damn hard to admit it's wrong

Gosh he's only twelve, you don't have to yell

Oh oh, they said that childhood would be fun but

Hearts are breaking, bricks they fall

it's not that fun at all

He sleeps his days away, not getting up 'til one

Just to make sure that when he wakes she'll be gone

Ready-meals and microwaves to leave no mess

It's like walking on glass it's like playing chess

 

Is it too damn hard to admit it's wrong

Gosh he's only twelve, you don't have to yell

Oh oh, they said that childhood would be fun but

Hearts are breaking, bricks they fall

it's not that fun at all