Today's the day when I say that it's time
To leave you here and tell you what it's for
A silhouette of a face behind a paper
Jousting for that meaning of being there
(While saying)
Need I say more about this subject
It's dead and gone straight to Hell
You tell me to pray and wish it back
But you know that I surely don't believe
This is a bore
This is a bore
This is a bore
This is a bore
Chiding out and hoping you're listening
Care and wait, and sail and hate tonight
You don't know why I hate this subject
But I do know that bones are bones to die
(While saying)
Need I say more about this subject
I know that it's what you wanna hear
Nothing new, nothing I really care for
So you're just wasting your breath instead
Need I say more about this subject
Apparently I'm going straight to Hell
It's nothing new, nothing I really care for
Pray for me even though I don't believe
This is a bore
This is a bore
This is a bore
This is a bore
This is a bore
This is a bore