The F-Flats - Fighting Boredom Lyrics

Down in rockville but i'm singing the blues
Cuz I don't chop wood and I won't hit the booze
And nothing will put you into a bad mood
Like driving an hour to get anywhere and eating bad fast food
And the ignorant people think i don't have the time
To knock them back into place when they fall out of line
But i do, you're screwed, i'm so glad i found you we go

One, two, nothing to do, hey man are you talkin to me?
Two, one, i'm a son of a gun
You picked the wrong f*ckin day to be f*ckin with me
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
I'm beating boredom against the ropes and i call it victory

Social vacation let it all hang out
Not looking for trouble but i'll find it no doubt
You need a lesson in shuttin your face, and i'm here to teach ya
And beat ya, i guess its your lucky day
Don't get me wrong i love my friends and my town
But you're being a prick and now its all coming down