Without a clue Bored to death I'm just bored to tears Same old shit just different day & year Killed myself but that got boring too So beyond the point where it's not true Shot my drugs Drank my booze

It's the same old you The same old you Cause until I get to leaving It's just the same old me too When you get to drinking When you're on the town In church on Sunday Getting high when the sun goes down And I think I'm done with you

I know too well that it had to be Stop this world, let me off There's just too many pigs in the same trough There's too many buzzards sitting on the fence Stop this world, it's not making sense Stop this show, hold the phone Better days this girl has