Bodybag

Well, I don’t spend any time in that corner of the room
‘cause it’s too close to the door
And I’m sure you’ll come knockin’ soon
Enough to feed me a line about all the things you have to do
You know, I have things to do too
You’re not the only one who has to do them
(uh uh)

So I’ll lay here for awhile
Then finally get on my feet
I start to shuffle down the street
I stuck my tongue inside my cheek
Before I pulled up a seat
At that lousy corner bar
Where all the showoff Bedford artists
Sit discussing who they are--

I’m getting bored
Of being bored
I need attention
I feel ignored!

(that’s right)

Well i can't take it anymore
I kick my stool and slam the door
If there's a remedy for this
I'm sure i probably can't afford it
But i'll try anything
At that time i had a foolish plan
To mouth off to a polish man
And have him kick my teeth in
Just for something to do
I might have a problem
I need a clue

Well when i finally got back up
I cracked a smile and dusted off
And then i smoked another cigarette
And threw it at my silhouette
I should call it a day
Maybe come up with something else that might be
Better for my self-esteem
Or better for my health

I'm just so bored
Of being bored
I need some attention
I feel ignored!