Bored Songtext
von That Handsome Devil

From the land of advertisements,
Appliances and science,
Corporation giants,
Television violence, ahh.

Ahh.

To the land of entertainment,
And video survailance.
Natives here are famous,
Make-up painted on their faces, ahh.

Ahh.

The streets ain′t gold anymore.
We're tired and we′re hungry and we're bored, oh.

No-one on the seas has seen
The fever of the steam machine,
The deities and guillotines,
Meaninglessly teetering.


Ahh.

Boats and oars and broken boards
Living on the ocean floor.
Rearange the furntiure.
What more were you hoping for?

Ahh.

The streets ain't gold.
We′re tired and we′re hungry and we're bored, oh.

Sea to sea and shore to shore,
There′s nothing left here to explore. From
Street to street and door to door,
We're bored.

So, if it all should start again
And the king′s men come marching in,
Careful who you're following;
They′ve lied about a lot of things.


The streets ain't gold anymore.
We're tired and we′re hungry and we′re bored, oh.