Album: Thumb

Boredom

The air is getting so thick, it's almost making me sick, ´cause I'm just sittin'
around waiting for something to go'click, but nothing's clicking at all except for
the clock on the wall and a second feels like eternity. Boy, I'm having a ball...and
it's moments like this that are really making me miss the times when a word like
boredom just didn't exist, yeah those times where a lot better but sooner or later
I'll be coming back so strong although you wouldn't have thought I'd get up! Wanna
move, wanna grove, wanna live, wanna prove, I can do anything that I really wanna
do...

There's something about boredom that's making me sick!
There's something about life I'm missing a kick!
There's something about boredom that's making me sick!
There's something about life I'm missing in a kick...
Gimme that kick, boy!

I'm staring holes in the ceiling ´cause I'm hating that feeling, I'm bored to the
bone and my head starts reeling...and the walls around me, they surround me like a
giant fist, ready to pound me...over and over and over again, I've been caught up in
boredom since I don't know when, I just want get out, I wanna scream out and shout: I
never wanna be bored again ´cause it'll make me freak out. I don't care, truth or
dare, would someone help me out of there, so I can do anything, anytime, anywhere

I'm missing a kick, I'm missing a kick, I'm missing a goddamn a goddamn kick...gimme
that kick boy...yeah, there's something about boredom that's making me sick!