why'm I bored right outta my skull? Man, I'm dressin' sharp an' feelin' dull
Lonely, I guess that's where I'm from then I'd best be called lonesome [BTW, I read in an interview that Paul was struck with how some people in Canada used the word "lonesome" instead of "lonely," hence this lyric.]
Then I'll break down just in case Oh yeah, we're runnin' in our last race
Well, I laughed half the way to Tokyo I dreamt I was Surfer Joe An' what that means, I don't know
A dream too tired to come true Left a rebel without a clue And I'm searching for somethin' to do
Then we'll hold hands just the same So what, we're bleeding but we ain't cut
And I could purge my soul perhaps For the imminent collapse Oh yeah, I'll tell you what we could do
A dream too tired to come true Left a rebel without a clue Won't you tell me what I should do?
why'm I bored right outta my skull? Oh yeah, keep me from feeling so dull
Then we'll break down just in case Then again, I'll tell you what we could do More from The Replacements