Boredom chords by The Drones

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Verse 1:
               Fm
The 'burbs are growing like a fingernail
Fm
Slower than the dullest pain
           Dm
I want the hunger and cold of the nights of old
               Fm
When there was blood up to the Himalayas
           Fm
I'm saying farewell to the welfare state
         Fm
The only comfort is a caliphate
             Dm
I'm guessing war sure beats any old North Shore beach
       Fm
Or any Western Suburbs single player
    Fm
I'm looking for the type of test
       Fm
A cataclysm make me beat my chest
     Dm
Man, any kind of 'ism' beats a singing competition
     Fm
On a TV fat with gnash and wail
            Fm
They got me singing in a different scale
            Dm                      Dm
Don't wanna push no pram or join a bikie gang
          Fm
Or flip a burger for the infidel
         Am
Yeah, no one ever lives to tell
              Em
What's at the bottom of an oil well

Chorus:
Em   C#m  D#m  Cm
Boredom,  boredom
    C
I'm gonna take a pic down there
       C
Put my index finger in the air
Em   C#m  D#m  Cm
Boredom,  boredom
      C
Gonna tag it with my username
            C
And you can flag it for its guts and brains


Verse 2:
         Fm
Got me a lawyer in the ACT
           Fm
Got me the fuck out of the PNG
            Dm
I'm telling y'all failed states, they ain't exactly great
              Fm
But neither's prison in the Bismarck Sea
        Fm
Terra's firmer in the southern lands
              Fm
And shock and awe is all for stretch Humvees
    Dm
The casual exhibition of a recent acquisition's
        Fm
All the intervention they got planned
           Fm
I miss the hustle of the Baghdad days
             Fm
It weren't a shit hole in the late '80s
                Dm
That thing with 'W', don't let it trouble you
           Fm
It's all a distant hen's night anyway
           Fm
I hear 'em screaming for a Chippendale
                Dm
That looks like Eminem, it must be 2:00am
              Am
And it's like nothing here is even real
               Em
You're just so lucky that you get to feel


Chorus:
Em   C#m  D#m  Cm
Boredom,  boredom
C
I didn't come here for the thrills and spills
C
I just like the way I don't get killed
Em   C#m  D#m  Cm
Boredom,  boredom
C
You get the house, land, bang, the whole biz
           C
If you can just remember where it is
Em   C#m  D#m  Cm
Boredom,  boredom
              C
Don't fucking tell me that you ain't got room
         C
You ever really seen a baby boom?
Em   C#m  D#m  Cm
Boredom,  boredom
           C
Man, I was born in the cradle of civilisation
      C
And I plan on dying in its tomb