I wrote the chorus on my first acid trip (with a different melody and the word 'pathetic' replaced with 'prophetic').

Boredom, thats the pathetic truth
Boredom, thats the pathetic truth
Boredom, thats the pathetic truth of Youth...
What to do, what to do....WHAT TO DO?

What you do with yer time, That is the meaning of life
Sit around watch TV, Your life don't mean anything
And the paycheck is the opiate of the masses
If you let them they'll buy yer soul
So sit back, relax, eat a snack and watch yer life get bought and sold!

Boredom, thats the prophetic truth
Boredom, thats the prophetic truth
Boredom, thats the prophetic truth of You...
What to do, what to do....WHAT TO DO?

But you know, this is AMERICA, so you have a f***ing choice.
You can choose not to play their game but when you're starving on the street don't expect no change
Cause that strangers soul is sold IBM

Boredom, thats the prophetic truth
Boredom, thats the prophetic truth
Boredom, thats the prophetic truth of You...
What to do, what to do....WHY MOVE?!?!?