To Hell With Boredom

Drives the cop out of your head, no one cares until you're dead
The old world is behind you comrade
No one cares until you're dead
Happiness is hating your landlord
No one cares until you're dead

Freedom is the crime that contains all crime
Liberty is living without dead time

Whoa, whoa, whoa
To hell with boredom
Whoa, whoa, whoa
To hell with spectacle
With boundary, with ennui
With monotony, to hell with apathy
Whoa, whoa

Drives the cop out of your head
No one cares until you're dead
The old world is behind you comrade



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Cathal Geever, Christopher Mark Head, Christopher Lee Barker, Patrick C Bollinger
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