Friday Lyrics

Bored

Bored when they introduced me to you

And I'm bored

Bored now

Now that I've met you

Your filthy talk

Don't do much for me

You'd scratch my eyes out in the fourth degree

I take you home

We're all agreed

That the devil may come home

With perfect timing again

What the fuck is that?

Shoot the fucking piano player

Fucking, fucking cunt

Hey, don't you want it?

Everybody's looking at my disrespect

Hey, don't you want it?

Everybody's looking out for my disgrace

Well if you've managed to get this far

You might as well hear the rest of this shite

It's fucking not going to get better

You fucking thick cunt

We don't agree

There is no need

You sick and broke my eyes out in the fourth degree

So I wrote this song for all fucking thick cunts

And a fucking thick cunt

Hey, don't you want it?

Everybody's looking at my disrespect

Hey, don't you want it?

Everybody's looking out for my disgrace