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