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THE POLITICS OF BOREDOM I'm running out of color again Makes me want to fold Nothing's worse than the truth it seems When I've got this lie to uphold Self Destruction is a helluva drug And the hangover's to blame This little fiction we're agreeing on It has more than just one name Now we're Running out of color again It's just a matter of time The politics of boredom my friends Is the static in my mind We get high high high Because we get so low They say it's just some phase But how are they to know We get high high high Because we get so low I've learned to fake sincere So nobody will know The politics of boredom get us all You put the IN in invincible As you stare up to the sky I hear you only live on kneeling now And a dead man's alibi The Novacaine is excellent It's our staircase wit for sure The denial comes in 42 flavors But you know this one is pure Now we're Running out of color again It's just a matter of time The politics of boredom my friends Is the static in my mind We get high high high Because we get so low They say it's just some phase But how are they to know We get high high high Because we get so low I've learned to fake sincere So nobody will know The politics of boredom get us all Written by: Steven Gullett
Year: 2019.31 Performed by: Solo Recordings: iPad Chords: Bm G E F# G B G F# D G D E D G D E F# G Old Chorus D G Bm F# (G) hold open chords |