Fun To Play

[Eugene Bakhadoor and Michael talking]:

-Good morning.

-Yeah, good. Um, You know what,

Michael, you are the worst member

of my orchestra.

-Oh... I guess you wanted to say

I am just... a newbie

-No, I'm saying you're the

worst member of my orchestra.

You don't play well... Your bells

Well. They are a little bit strange.

- But I love them! They sound great

-And you use them to embarass me! You

write your stupid music with your

stuid rhymes. They don't have any sense

-They DO have sense. You haven't

even listened to none of them

-Also there are a lot of noises.

You'd better but a new microphone

and learn how to sing

-Oh, I have an original voice!

-It's strange! Michael! You do not

Know even how to sing. What can we talk

about your composing! You write words when

Your music is finished! It's not normal

-But Freddy Merquirry did that way

-Huh! First become something like Freddie Merquirry (мЁркюри)

-I will. I just need more practics in composing, singing and playing

-No. You need to stop doing that. It's

not your scene. You'd better find

a job, a nice girlfriend. And slowly

but surely build your carrer.

But please, don't believe in fairy

tales. You can't become popular

just because you want.

It is music. You need some talents.

[Face Of Fear singing]:

I heard you shouldn't write

Music before words

And therefore despite

I can't play these chords

I wrote this music be-

fore my stupid rhymes

And now I'm gonna en-

joy myself with chimes

And if you are with me for

Really many years

Then you should know that only

I know what it means

My songs are not genius

But I need to say

That I'm fucking genius and

My songs are fun to play

play play play

My songs are strange because of noises

Also my songs have strange voices

You are responsible for choices

Between me and Fall Out Boyses

[Eugene Bakhadoor and Michael talking]:

-Hey, who brought these fucking bells?

-Oops, uh... I'm sorry!

-You! Son of a bitch!

-I'm already leaving.

-I told ya, if i saw you one more time

with these stupid jingles

I would make a sieve out of you!

Damn asshole!

[Face Of Fear singing]:

I knew a funny boy

Who told me not to sing

It was a real ploy

He wasn't even teen

I guess kids cannot know

If I sing too bad

So who did tell him so?

Was it his mom or dad?

dead dead dead

I don't play dead

I am alive

It's not exact

But I have 5

Billion girlfriends

People told me so

They know me better

And they told me so

I was told that

I haven't died

But I'm in heaven

You'll never find

Here's my confession

They don't tell the truth

Here's my impression

They do not have proofs

I mean rumors only waiting

For me when I'm into chanting

Are you ready for the renting

My heart when I'm starting my painting

Well, I have drawbacks, oh

Please repeat now that

Teenagers cannot know

If I sing too bad

And I will show the truth

I have never been

The bestes among youth

But still I can sing

And if you are with me for

Really many years

Then you should know that only

I know what it means

My songs are not genius

But I need to say

That I'm fucking genius and

My songs are fun to play

play play play

I will compose 'till my heart stops

I will never sing fucking pops

I don't want to cheat on self

Doubts get out of my shelf

I heard you shouldn't write

Music before words

And therefore despite

I can't play these words

I wrote this music be

fore my stupid rhymes

And now I'm gonna en

joy myself with chimes

And if you are with me for

Really many years

Then you should know that only

I know what it means

My songs are not genius

But I need to say

That I'm fucking genius and

My songs are fun to play

play play play

[Eugene Bakhadoor and Michael talking]:

-You! Again!

-Wait a minute, Please, Mister...?

-What da fuck!

-Yeah, Mister What da fuck. I just love

playing these instruments. You know

my bells... Listen to this!

-Oh, dear, go find a job

-But... This IS my job

*laughing*

-I... I just mean. Really. It's my...

-GO FIND A JOB