Bored Fightin’ Songtext
von Nick Shoulders

I wouldn′t buy what I'm told to sell ya
May your love and rage compel ya
To a softer way of surviving this place
I′ll lock eyes in a broken mirror
See these shadows a little clearer
Kinda flawed, often flailing, always trying
Rust my hinges and bust my chops
So I'm told no one's born a cop
Let this world end so another can begin
And beware the dull knife′s cut


Every good dog is a mutt
Kinda flawed, often flailing, always trying
Flawed, awfully flawed
Another tapestry of bruises, burns and scars
And every misdeed I′ve committed
I had a choice and I won't forget it
Kinda flawed, often flailing, always trying
And no that I have written
Can lift the curses that I′ve been spittin
Kinda flawed, often flailing, consistently failing

And yet, I'm always trying