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 Motherfuckin' 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 Shit 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