When's the Fun Begin

awhhhhh awwwwwaaahhoohhhaaah aaaah aaah! waiting, shaking; the best are faking,
and christ they take so long…
Laid to rest
in his sister’s dress,
he don’t come on quite so strong.
working on mercury acids so they fightin' and dyin' in the alleyway, (^^sorry,
incoherent^^)
i’m wondrin' when’s the fun begin???
the gang in the chevy,
they ain’t so heavyy…
telling you: having a riot…
(^also incoherent^)
he’s so paranoid,
instead he’ll avoid
he’s left behind each time they’ve fired;
Sweet Annabelle, she don’t feel well
But she’ll come today,
see her shout, jump about,
as the creatures creep away…
You don’t come 'round to see me
Since you’re copied out < :(incoherent again)
You don’t wanna know about what i got,
Just what i got around…