Bored
Everybody's screaming at the top of their lungs
I'm going deaf and I'm so fucking bored
All the things they say and all the games they play
I should be mad, but I'm so fucking bored
I'm fine, I'm OK, numb my mind every day
One by one, you line them against a wall
You shut me up as if I never said it before
Your memory is what you want it to be
Put on your Sunday's best, watch them rip off their heads
I can't look away and I'm so fucking bored
I'm fine, I'm OK, numb my mind every day
One by one, you line them against a wall
Shoot em up and mow them down
Make them feel your love
You're the son, the savior, the king of the world
Eeny, meeny, miny moe, catch a bigot by his toes if he hollers let him go - eeny, meeny, miny moe
Eeny, meeny, miny moe, catch a bigot by his toes if he hollers let him go - eeny, meeny, miny moe
Eeny, meeny, miny moe, catch a bigot by his toes if he hollers slit his throat - eeny, meeny, miny moe
Eeny, meeny, miny moe, catch a bigot by his toes if he hollers slit his throat - eeny, meeny, miny moe
I'm fine, I'm OK, numb my mind every day
One by one, you line them against the wall
Shoot them up and mow them down
Make them feel your love
You're the son, the savior, the king of the world
I'm going deaf and I'm so fucking bored
All the things they say and all the games they play
I should be mad, but I'm so fucking bored
I'm fine, I'm OK, numb my mind every day
One by one, you line them against a wall
You shut me up as if I never said it before
Your memory is what you want it to be
Put on your Sunday's best, watch them rip off their heads
I can't look away and I'm so fucking bored
I'm fine, I'm OK, numb my mind every day
One by one, you line them against a wall
Shoot em up and mow them down
Make them feel your love
You're the son, the savior, the king of the world
Eeny, meeny, miny moe, catch a bigot by his toes if he hollers let him go - eeny, meeny, miny moe
Eeny, meeny, miny moe, catch a bigot by his toes if he hollers let him go - eeny, meeny, miny moe
Eeny, meeny, miny moe, catch a bigot by his toes if he hollers slit his throat - eeny, meeny, miny moe
Eeny, meeny, miny moe, catch a bigot by his toes if he hollers slit his throat - eeny, meeny, miny moe
I'm fine, I'm OK, numb my mind every day
One by one, you line them against the wall
Shoot them up and mow them down
Make them feel your love
You're the son, the savior, the king of the world
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Writer(s): Christoph Knie
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