Chairman_of_the_Bored

[00:13.37] Tiring moments, fucked up minds

[00:14.70] Empty faces, eyes that are blind

[00:16.29] Flick through the papers, car crash death

[00:17.90] Vacant pages offer no breath

[00:19.78] Of hope, future, possibility

[00:21.37] To those fucked up mindless people who haven't got the eyes to see

[00:23.25] That the pages of The Guardian or the pages of The Sun

[00:24.56] Are just a load of fucking lies, are just a fucking con

[00:26.42] Why do they feed us rubbish? Why do they feed us shit?

[00:27.75] Is this really what they think we want? Scrapings from the pit?

[00:29.61] Why don't they give us something which isn't just their lies

[00:31.47] Their own particular angle from their own unseeing eyes?

[00:33.33] I'm the chairman of the bored, and I'm asking for some truth, truth, truth, truth

[00:41.29] I'm the chairman of the bored, and I'm looking for some proof, proof, proof, proof

[00:49.27] That there's something more than their fucked up game

[00:52.46] That their mindless lives and mine aren't the same

[00:56.71] I'm looking for something that I can call my own

[01:00.16] Which ain't a Ford Cortina or a mortgage on a home

[01:03.88] I'm the chairman of the bored, and I'm looking for some truth, truth, truth, truth

[01:11.58] I'm the chairman of the bored, and I'm asking for some proof