(lyrics by Sherwin Strull, music by Harlan Collins)

I don't see how this can go on

It looks so good, it feels so wrong

The house has shrunk to closet size

What's on your mind is in your eyes

You try so hard to please a mate

You make me limp, I make you wait

When just the truth could melt the ice

Old habits strangle one more night

What have we done to fun?

What have we done to fun?

What have we done, what have we done,

What have we done?

It never feels the way it sounds

The rage just grows by leaps and bounds

"Cause we don't touch the way talk

We're on the run when we need to walk

What have we done to fun?

What have we done to fun?

What have we done, what have we done,

What have we done?

This is the time, this is the place

Get in my arms, get out of my face

What have we done to fun?

The party is over and now we are nothing but numb

We've had the last laugh, it's an emotional slum

What have we done, what have we done,

What have we done?

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