The Boring Songtext

O dad
I won't make it
I know dad is gone
O mum
I woke up
The noisy boring every morning

O mum
I like to hear you
Hear you call
Calling me
Planes fly
High above
Day
And night

No work
Come Monday
All that is gone
No one will take you
See you lost at last
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