Bored To Death

I'm not much into all the shit she has to say
I think I'll put my head into a 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 fucking bored
So bored
So bored
So bored

I not much into all the shit 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 fucking bored
So bored
So bored
So bored

I'm not much into all the shit 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 fucked up kid
And I'm fucking bored
So bored
So bored
So bored

Bo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oored
Bo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oored
Cut out that last part