Boredom Is Indeed A Chore Lyrics

So holy, so lonely

From her bosom down to her feet

Comes summer's harvest, in the fields

She's let it all rip

So tall, to fall

Bronze lips, melted cheeks

Kisses fierce as sea pirates

Eyes sharp as ice picks

Oh, boredom is indeed a chore

Always wanting more and more

Pour me some whiskey, to soothe out my plight

Dreams come play catch-up, in my head, tonight

Out of tune guitar

She'll never be a star

Harmonizing, more like colliding

With the engine of my car

Not a single word I get

She must be in a trance

Dare I put one finger in

I'm sure she'll do the rest

Oh, boredom is indeed a chore

Always wanting more and more

Pour me some whiskey, to soothe out my plight

Dreams come play catch-up, in my head, tonight

There's no telling what's in store

Once you open up the door

There are morals left to fight

Once you turn on the light

'Cause, boredom is indeed a chore

Always wanting more and more

Pour me some whiskey, to soothe out my plight

Dreams come play catch-up, in my head, tonight