Bored to death

Bored to death Lyrics

I not much into all the sh*t she has to say.
I think I'll put my head into the microwave,
And rig it up so it turns on and it fries my brain.
As the skin melts off my face then I could refrain
From being f**king bored.
I not much into all the sh*t she has to say.
I'll lay down on the railroad tracks, wait for a train.
It will cut off both my legs and chop off my head.
As the cars roll over me I would be so dead,
And not so f**king bored.
I not much into all the sh*t she has to say.
I wish that someone would throw something sharp my way,
Like a knife or a razorblade or a Campbell's lid.
Then someone would realize that I'm a fucsked up kid,
And I'm really f**king bored.