Fun Guy

Well, I used to be a fun guy, but I'm not anymore

You see, the drugs I used to love, I just don't love them no more

Well, the party in the carryon ain't doing me no favors

These days, I'm all about discipline and labour

You see, I used to be a fun guy, but I'm not anymore

Oh

Oh

Well, good time in the back seat, money in the front

You'd be forgiven if you said that I'm a cunt

These get-togethers don't do nothing for me

I got better things to do with my energy

Well, I used to be a fun guy, but I'm not anymore

Well, I used to be a fun guy, but I'm not anymore

I'm a terrible character with redeeming qualities

I have a healthy disrespect for all authority

I come with a disgust for the general majority

And I eat at the table with rejected personalities

Well, it doesn't even matter where the fuck do you aim

I used to be a love guy, but now I ain't

Uh

I matured, living had gotten all too much

My Achilles was torn and I'd lost my crutch

I used to get drunk to let off some steam

But I'd transform into a vomit machine

Ooh, the shame, remorse, and pain

Reflecting on my stupid games

I thought it might be funny to spit in your face

But now everybody's looking at me like I'm a disgrace

A disgrace, disgrace

A disgrace, a disgrace

A disgrace, a disgrace

A disgrace, a disgrace

I used to be a fun guy, but I'm not anymore

I used to be a fun guy, but I'm not anymore

I used to be a fun guy, but I'm not anymore