I used to have this fire in my eyes
I used to have this hammer in my fist
I used to think that I would write a song that saved the world
Now I think I couldn't give a shit
All my plans and papers in the wind
All my furniture is fresh and new from Sweden
All the things I've done, and all the things I'll be
You're a son and you're a father, is there nothing in between?
I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid that I'm afraid
I'm afraid, I'm afraid that I'm afraid
Of my boring life, my boring life
(ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
I went on holidays, we got to Burma shave
In the mountains in the jungle we were crazy
We were drunk, we were young, we were lawyers on the run
I saw this begging man, his legs were little stumps
He tried to grab my ankle as I passed
I admit that I was frightened, but I laughed
I threw a coin and he grabbed it from the air
Then he turned his rotting face to me and said
"I would kill, I would kill, I would kill you where you stand
I would kill you, I would kill you where you stand
For your boring life, your boring life"
(ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
I bought my girlfriend a necklace for her birthday
She calls me her lawnmower babe
In the mornings we run around the lake
In the evenings I try to stay awake
My bedroom lamp has a soft warm glow
With the TV, it dances on the wall
Keeps me up a little longer, I like to smell the air
After midnight, when it feels like the highway isn't there
And I think, and I think, I think to myself
To myself I think that I should learn to love
My boring life, so clear and bright
(ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
My boring life, my sacrifice
(ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh...)
