Bored To Death

I'm not much into all the shit 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 fucking 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.

I 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 fucsked up kid,

And I'm really fucking bored.