Rumble Strips, The
Born Bored
I was born boredI was born with a glazed look in my eyeAnd my mother picked me up and I let out a sighAnd she showed me out the windowAnd I shrugged at what I sawI grew up bored and I'm bored stillAnd I sat and I yawned as I watched other peopleTrying to get themselves a thrillAnd I dreamed that I was dyingThen I woke up and I was dying stillBorn boredWhat's a boy to do?Hold me my darlingHold me the whole night through
From Letras Mania