The Doctors
Planet Punk
Boring
I'm sitting on my chair and I look out the window
and I ask myself the old questions again:
Where do I come from , where am I going and how much time will I have left?
I think about the world, about what really counts.
I know exactly what is tormenting me so much:
I'm annoyed, I'm frustrated because nothing happens here
because nothing ever happens here
and I look at the clock again: you're still not there
I have no idea where you are , it's true:
I'm bored,
I'm bored,
dying boring,
without you, without you
I'm bored,
like that stinking boring,
deadly boring,
without you, without you I'm bored
I'm lying on my bed and I'm staring at the ceiling
and I wish the plague on your neck :
Let me sit here, just like that;
but maybe, maybe you'll come soon
don't feel like watching TV, it's boring, don't want to smoke weed, it makes you stupid
can't get up, I'm too tired< br/>I've already masturbated four times because nothing happens here
because nothing ever happens here
my right hand hurts now, you're still not there
the devil knows where you are stuck, one thing is clear:
I'm bored,
dying boring,
I'm bored,
without you, without you
boring as shit,
me it's boring,
so stinking boring,
without you, without you I'm bored

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