The air is getting so thick, it's almost making me sick, ´cause I'm just sittin' around waiting
for something to go'click, but
nothing's clicking at all except for the clock on the wall and a second feels like eternity. Boy,
I'm having a ball...and it's
moments like this that are really making me miss the times when a word like boredom just
didn't exist, yeah those times
where a lot better but sooner or later I'll be coming back so strong although you wouldn't have
thought I'd get up! Wanna
move, wanna grove, wanna live, wanna prove, I can do anything that I really wanna do...

There's something about boredom that's making me sick!
There's something about life I'm missing a kick!
There's something about boredom that's making me sick!
There's something about life I'm missing in a kick...
Gimme that kick, boy!

I'm staring holes in the ceiling ´cause I'm hating that feeling, I'm bored to the bone and my
head starts reeling...and the
walls around me, they surround me like a giant fist, ready to pound me...over and over and
over again, I've been caught
up in boredom since I don't know when, I just want get out, I wanna scream out and shout: I
never wanna be bored again
´cause it'll make me freak out. I don't care, truth or dare, would someone help me out of
there, so I can do anything,
anytime, anywhere

I'm missing a kick, I'm missing a kick, I'm missing a goddamn a goddamn kick...gimme that
kick boy...yeah, there's
something about boredom that's making me si