Oh Boredom (Schmaltz City USA)

Nothing wrecks the mind
Or throws it in a dive
Like the faces of a railway station

Sentimental types and sleep walking Sunday drivers
Breathing all the oxygen

And I fall to pieces
I fall apart
Just a sign would knock me down
One by one I come undone

Cafes in the park
Politics and art
And other brands of bourgeois bullshit
And I fabricate a smile
Feeling all the while
Like a wave crashing in a cavern

And I fall to pieces
I fall apart
Its a crack in a matchstick line
One by one I come undone

So I try to carry on
I keep my head down
Surrounded by libertines and scarlet women
But no ones got the time
And everything is fine
Just ordinary dime a dozen

And I won't get lost again
No I won't hide oh no
No I won't get lost again
No I won't hide in and out of the shadows