Lyrics:

Tiring Moments, Fucked Up Minds
empty Faces, Eyes That Are Blind
flick Through The Papers, Car Crash Death
vacant Pages Offer No Breath
of Hope, Future, Possibility
to Those Fucked Up Mindless People Who Havent Got The Eyes
to See That The Pages Of The Guardian Or The Pages Of The Sun
are Just A Load Of Fucking Lies, Are Just A Fucking Con
why Do They Feed Us Rubbish Why Do They Feed Us Shit
is This Really What They Think We Want
scrapings From The Pit
why Dont They Give Us Something Which Isnt Just Their Lies
their Own Particular Angle From Their Own Unseeing Eyes
im The Chairman Of The Bored, And Im Asking For Some Truth
im The Chairman Of The Bored, And Im Looking For Some Proof
that Theres Something More Than Their Fucked Up Game
that Their Mindless Lives And Mine Arent The Same
im Looking For Something That I Can Call My Own
which Aint A Ford Cortina Or A Mortgage On A Home
im The Chairman Of The Bored, Ad Im Asking For Some Truth
im The Chairman Of The Bored, And Im Looking For Some Proof
crass Chairman Of The Bored