You buy the magazine,  
It teach you who to be.  
You wear the uniform,  
You love to be adored.  

Your world is you, and you bore me.  
Your world is you, and you bore me.  

Your head's deprived, but your clothes are nice.  
You laugh and scorn, you're a [bad word] bore.  
You bore me.  

Measured every look,  
rebel by the book.  
Your hair and boots defy  
The void behind your style.  

Your world is you, and you bore me.  
Your world is you, and you bore me.  

Your head's deprived, but your clothes are nice too.  
You laugh and scorn, you're a [bad word] bore.  
You bore me