June 1997
Well I�m about to kill myself
Gonna jump right off the shelf
I�m about to blow myself sky high
Get me some of them concrete socks
Throw myself on the jagged rocks
Wouldn�t you like to see me try
CHORUS: Well it�s Bout Fucking Time
Bout Fucking Time
Bout Fucking Time�ah, yeah
Well I�m about to quit my job
Tired of slaving like a fucking slob
Ain�t fucking done a thing for me
Well I�m about to kill my boss
No I don�t fucking give a toss
Gonna string him up from the highest tree
CHORUS
Well I�m about to leave my wife
Been walking on the edge of a knife
I�ve stomped that eggshell to smithereens
Well I�m about to blow this town
Fuck it all, gonna burn it down
Gonna take that slate, gonna wipe it clean
CHORUS
So you say you�re down and you�re out of luck
Well I don�t really give a fuck
Ain�t gonna listen anymore
Yea you talk a good fight, who gives a shit
Bout Fucking Time you got on with it
Fuck all the trumpets, bring on the War�Come On!!
CHORUS
Bout Fucking Time
Bout Fucking Time
Bout Fucking Time�COME ON!!
