I'm not much into all the sh** 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 f**ing bored
I not much into all the sh** 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 f**ing bored
I not much into all the sh** 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 f**ing bored