Saint Boredom
Paul Cargnello, Félix Antoine Leroux
Saint Boredom, sing it for me
They like a dime a dozen
the unintended
sing it now
yeah they all upended
they walk a mile in borrowed shoes
instead of just listening
look now
they got fascist tattoos
old live's all up their legs
cut them at the knees
you think I'm joking?
cut them down like trees...
Saint Boredom, sing it for me
Now I hate to tell you
you're being lied to
by your money and by your friends
in the neighbourhood of mistruths
all the street are just dead-ends
the underdog's got a shadowy heart
the last time you heard that song
the lyrics sounded smart
Saint Boredom gave you their hand to keep
the last time you read that poem
the words sounded deep...
Saint Boredom, sing it for me