Bored to Tears-Black Label Society

Tired of this Done with that Never satisfied with where I'm at I sit and think What to do Just a motherf**kin' bore Without a clue Shot my drugs Drank my booze Tired of joy and self abuse Eternally jaded through and through Just a self loathing dick Without a clue Oh Bored to death I'm just bored to tears Same old sh*t just different day & year Killed myself but that got boring too So beyond the point where it's not true Far beyond high Dramatically low Eternal stare as if I care to know All of this struggle All of this work In the end you die like some moronic jerk Shot my drugs Drank my booze Tired of joy and self abuse Eternally jaded through and through Just a self loathing f**k Without a clue Oh Bored to death I'm just bored to tears Same old sh*t just different day & year Killed myself but that got boring too So beyond the point where it's not true The colors I see are all bleeding The sound that was is now standing still I wonder when it was it all faded A dullen corpse that cannot be killed Oh Bored to death I'm just bored to tears Same old sh*t just different day & year Killed myself but that got boring too So beyond the point where it's not true The rose petalled garden Yeah... Alone in the garden And all that would be Alone in the garden You thought would set you free Nowhere to draw water And if you could it would be damned Go on turn your back now On everything... Yeah...