Lyrics
[Verse] Woke up this morning with a thrilling plan, To sort my socks as fast as I can. Color by color, fabric by strand, My heart is racing, isn't life grand? [Pre-Chorus] My friends, don't get the vibe, They say, "You're too hyped, man, are you alright?" But sorting these socks, it feels so divine, It's a rush, it's a high, it's a fucking gold mine! [Chorus] I'm living for this, can't you see? Organizing papers, it's just pure ecstasy! Filing taxes, it's just right for me, Feeling alive, always in pure glee! [Verse] Then it's on to cleaning the grout, It's party time, baby, without a doubt. Scrubbing and scraping, in and out, "Is he bloody moaning?" someone shouts. [Pre-Chorus] "Oh, it's just such bliss," I declare, While I'm dusting off my old chair. My buddies worry, "dude, it's just sucking air," But vacuuming carpets, a thrill, can't compare! [Chorus] This fucking life, it's a thrill, Paying bills, I just can't keep still. It's not a chore, it's out of will, To find joy in the boring shit, my own skill. [Bridge] They say, "You're weird, it's a bore," But every task I do, I adore. It's a rush to the core, Who would ask for anything more? [Bridge] They say, "You're weird, it's a bore," But every task I do, I adore. It's a rush to the core, Who would ask for anything more? [Scream] I LOVE CHOOOOOOOOOOORES [Interlude] [Chorus] This fucking life, it's a thrill, Paying bills, I just can't keep still. It's not a chore, it's out of will, To find joy in the boring shit, my own skill. [Instrumental] [Drum solo] [Outro]
