"Bored To Death" lyrics

Hahahaha! Yes!

I'm done fucking around
No more wasting time with you fuckin' clowns
I'm living fast and you're dying slow
I need to speed it up because it's time to go

Bored to death
I'm bored to death
Bored to death
So bored to death

Decisions, indecisions
How can I make the perfect incision?
I could use an axe or cut you with my knife
The same dull methods for ending your life
With an array of tools meant to inflict gore
The excess of choice, it gave me such doubt
I no longer gaze upon my finest blade
Now that I've chosen the press to grind your heart out

Bored to death
As I run this massive drill through your chest
Bored to death
This gaping hole a passage to eternal rest
Bored to death
Your lungs shredded to pieces as you take your last breath
Bored to death
Killing you's so slow, it's killing me!

Obliteration of your life in due time
There's quite a mess here, I hope I don't slip on your spine
One by one, let's line 'em up in a, uh, a line?

Listen now, you best take heed
Or else you'll end up drilled and ennuied

Strapped to the press
Maybe I'll go next
I yearn to feel the sweet, sweet steel
Boring me to death

Obscene dermal excavation
Screaming only adds to my aberration
Disassembled in a manner most cruel
From your body parts, I craft my new tool

And you're bored to death
As I run this massive drill through your chest
Bored to death
This gaping hole a passage to eternal rest
Bored to death
Your lungs shredded to pieces as you take your last breath
Bored to death
Killing you's so slow, it's killing me!
Bored to death