Extreme boredom. Which led to me constantly asking a friend, "What the fuck are we going to do now?". Which led to this.
Whiling our lives away in old London town,
Wasting for want of fun which life won't allow.
Who we are and how on earth we come to be,
Questions left unanswered by them and by we.
Now we're stuck in moments of which we can't get out,
You escape in fiction while I just roam about;
London skies are falling but not quite fast enough,
It's a shame that God did call my stone cold bluff...
So,where the fornication do we go now?
And what the fornication do we do now?
The silhouettes of our pirouettes,
Keep turning round and round;
So, who the fornication are we both now?
And, where the fornication do we do now?
Wasting our lives away for we have nought to do,
The sun shines brightly yet it rains on me and you.
I shun nutrition while you dance with wisps of smoke,
We run away together to keep friendships we broke.
Though you are not dying, this place is killing me,
I don't really care for goo goo ga joob hee hee;
Though I want to fornicate, her thought just brings me pain,
Before I burn in hell I ask you once again...
Where the fornication do we go now?
And what the fornication do we do now?
The world will have burned to death,
When we come around;
So, who the fornication are we both now?
And, where the fornication do we do now?
Let's go have some anal fornication.
Let's go have some oral fornication.
Let's go have some regular fornication.
Now.
I said,
Let's go have some anal fornication.
Let's go have some oral fornication.
Let's go have some regular fornication.
So, where the fornication did we go now?
And what the fornication did we do now?
Maybe we will meet again,
When heaven comes around;
So, who the fornication were we both now?
And, where the fornication did we do now?
