Nailed to the floor a terminal bore chewing at my ear pretend I can't hear you
I caught the cold that broke the mould to kill the habit
Tomorrow waits with bated breath until I'm desperate
To Get Out ... Give over to the boredom
Moving's a chore so piss on the floor ‘cause nothing is clean the smell is obscene here
I swear to god I swear alot it's entertaining
I'm coming out without a doubt when it stops raining
Just Get Out ... Give over to the boredom
Get out ... You slug you layabout
Frustration is creeping across the floor
To die here is easy don't want much more.
Writer(s): Robert Dunn, Chris John Gordon, David Greenwood, Grant Mcfarlane
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