It's tasty, it's like a cupcake It's cotton candy, it melts in your mouth And lately I been gettin' hunger pains When you lick your lips while you check
With nothing better to do No one to come home to I woefully conclude To take it out on you I'm bored to the extreme This world of foolish dreams Disillusion
Every new day is a gift, it's a song of redemption Any expression of love is the way to return To that place that I think of so often but I never mention
If I'm half informed Sympathize because it's easy to get bored I don't have time to waste I'm busy cultivating useless good taste You need to know how
Things are never what they seem Play a part most of the time What is yours cannot be mine And I?m bored by dreams Bored by dreams I can?t say the words
I don't mean to scare you but I I've not been sleeping lately And phone calls Aren't doing much to help So, if it's all the same I'd Just ask to never
Bored bored bored, rich and bored. Bored bored bored, rich and bored. Bored bored bored, rich and bored. Bored bored bored, rich and bored. Everything
The king puts on his raiment And surveys the royal scene And tries to put his finger on The source of all his ennui But when something goes, it's gone
Won herself a pass to some far off moon It was second class but what's to lose And looking out her window she could more than assume That you can't see
Yankee soldier, he wanna shoot some skag He met it in Cambodia but now he can't afford a bag Yankee dollar talk to the dictators of the world In fact
Saturday night, we look alright We're going out boring Paris, France London town NYC, boring Nothing thrills us anymore No one kills us anymore Life
I've got this feeling in my blood that I want more This ain't enough A girlfriend, a movie A slow dance, and straight teeth Some candle lit forced sentiment
I came across a cache of old photos And invitations to teenage parties "Dress in white" one said with quotations From someone's wife, a famous writer
Come and take a look at what I got inside Steppin' up to me will make you question your mind So step up step up and eat a piece of your pride Even the
This is you Sitting with your head between your knees You're listening to your blood Cause silence you can't stand And there inside you Another personality
There comes a day that I will be six feet under I'm playing guitar in the Empire Of The Dead then Friends will cry, flowers decorate my coffin But how
Should'a Stayed In Bed All Day Today Watched Neighbors And Home & Away Instead We Had To Go To School It 'Aint Fair, It 'Aint Kewl... Chorus #1 School
ich sitze auf meinem Stuhl und ich schauen aus dem Fenster und ich stell mir wieder mal die alten Fragen wo komm ich her, wo geh ich hin und wie viel