Kill the Bored

Kill the bored
Unite and break down their doors
If they can summon the energy, fall on their swords
If the sword breaks then be a pal and do what it takes
Kill the bored, no shakes

Kill the bored
Make their skin into a nice gourd
May their movies be long and their recipes flawed
May their dance moves be dangerous, dashing yet dainty
May everyone think they were born with a cavalier heart

Kill the bored
Unite and break down their doors

I wonder if a file is compiling on me
And then I wonder why I ever should worry

I wonder if a file is compiling on me
On underground

I wonder if a file is compiling on me
And then I wonder why I ever should worry

I wonder if a file is compiling on me
On underground

Kill the bored
Dismount and jump on their balls

(On their balls)

The following exceptions apply to the prescriptions set out in previous verses
All of which, of course, are advisory, and should only be applied by a qualified executor of the easily mowed down:
Gardeners, anybody in clockwork, Jermaine Jenas
Moon men, Abracadabra Face, teachers, firemen
The best of the worst and the most of the others
Beef salesmen, special fried rice connoisseurs
They don't need a fork, they can eat with their nails

Don't miss me, I was never really here
I was never really here
I was never really here

Don't miss me, I was never really here
Don't miss me, I was never really here
Don't miss me, I was never really here
Don't miss me, I was never really here
Don't miss me, I was never really here
Don't miss me, I was never really here
Don't miss me, I was never really here
Don't miss me, I was never really here