Bored to Death by Rock 'n' Roll

Haven't we heard this somewhere before?
Wake me up now, I'm starting to snore
My eyes are like lead balls, mind's like coal
Bored to death by rock and roll

I could feel my brain go backwards
The minute I heard that guitar riff
I just put my head down on the table
Somebody called out, "It's a stiff"

I'm up in the big house, I'm in the tin
I don't know where I could even begin
All of this music siphons my soul
Bored to death by rock and roll

Every few years or so
They dig a big hole, try and throw it back in
And every few years or so
They dig it back up again

I was in the mezzanine
Looking at the murder scene
Down into the mosh pit
Chomping at the biggest bit
Bleeding from his ears and a knife in his spleen
I don't think anyone could hear him scream

Instant tinnitus, instant death
Instantly tucked into a bedroll
Here I am drawing my very last breath
Here I am going up to meet Saint Grohl

I can hardly hear myself think
Over all of this claptrap and clamour
I can hear David Lee Roth
Getting hit in the head with a sledgehammer
Someone's gonna scream their lungs out
And with nothing of substance to say
I'm so blown away by how much I'm not blown away
Don't you think the novelty's worn off?
Hasn't this pyrite lost its luster?
Don't you even think about fading out here, buster