The Observatory — The Boring lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "The Boring" by The Observatory.
Lyrics
O dad
I won’t make it I know dad is gone
O mum
I woke up The noisy boring every morning
O mum
I like to hear you
Hear you call
Calling me Planes fly
High above
Day
And night
No work
Come Monday
All that is gone
No one will take you
See you lost at last