Boring

That boy's no different from anyone around him

Same football team, very similar clothes

He reads the same magazines to find out who the best bands are

Falls out the same pubs when the same pubs close

And he's all right because he is a lad

You'd never think he was deviant or mad

And you'd never know what happens in his head

When he lies in bed

Staring at the ceiling

That girl's no different from anyone around her

She's normal from her head to her high-heel shoes

She never has to worry 'cause she knows who her friends are

And if her friends hate something then she hates it too

And when she goes out on the town

You would never even know she was around

Because her camouflage is so absolute

That if she fell down dead

You'd never even notice

I'm only trying to be myself, mum

I'm only trying to be myself

Soon you will carry a card

So that everybody knows who you are

And things will be so much easier then

Because there will be no mistakes

If you are bonafide or if you are a fake

And there will be no confusion again

Because we all will be boring

I'm only trying to be myself, mum

I'm only trying to be myself

Don't know if it's good for my health

No time to be anybody else

I'm only trying to be myself