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'm 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'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 razor blade or a Campbell's lid
Then someone would realize that I'm a fucked up kid
And I'm really fucking bored