Lyrics

Kill the bored Unite and break down their doors If they can summon the energy, fall on their swords If the sword breaks then be a pal and do what it takes Kill the bored, no shakes Kill the bored Make their skin into a nice gourd May their movies be long and their recipes flawed May their dance moves be dangerous, dashing yet dainty May everyone think they were born with a cavalier heart Kill the bored Unite and break down their doors I wonder if a file is compiling on me And then I wonder why I ever should worry I wonder if a file is compiling on me On underground I wonder if a file is compiling on me And then I wonder why I ever should worry I wonder if a file is compiling on me On underground Kill the bored Dismount and jump on their balls (On their balls) The following exceptions apply to the prescriptions set out in previous verses All of which, of course, are advisory, and should only be applied by a qualified executor of the easily mowed down: Gardeners, anybody in clockwork, Jermaine Jenas Moon men, Abracadabra Face, teachers, firemen The best of the worst and the most of the others Beef salesmen, special fried rice connoisseurs They don't need a fork, they can eat with their nails Don't miss me, I was never really here I was never really here I was never really here Don't miss me, I was never really here Don't miss me, I was never really here Don't miss me, I was never really here Don't miss me, I was never really here Don't miss me, I was never really here Don't miss me, I was never really here Don't miss me, I was never really here Don't miss me, I was never really here