Bored In The USA - Father John Misty

How many people rise and say

«My brain’s so awfully glad to be here

For yet another mindless day»?

I’ve got all morning to obsessively accrue

A small nation of meaningful objects

And they’ve got to represent me too

By this afternoon, I’ll live in debt

By tomorrow, be replaced by children

How many people rise and think

«Oh good, the stranger’s body’s still here

Our arrangement hasn’t changed?»

Now I’ve got a lifetime to consider all the ways

I’ve grown more disappointing to you

As my beauty warps and fades

I suspect you feel the same

When I was young, I dreamt of a passionate obligation to a roommate

Is this the part where I get all I ever wanted?

Who said that?

Can I get my money back?

Just a little bored in the USA

Oh, just a little bored in the USA

Save me, white Jesus

Bored in the USA

Oh, they gave me a useless education

And a subprime loan

On a craftsman home

Keep my prescriptions filled

And now I can’t get off

But I can kind of deal

Oh, with being bored in the USA

Oh, just a little bored in the USA

Save me, President Jesus

I’m bored in the USA

How did it happen?

Bored in the USA