Bored - The Prats

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Bored Lyrics

Hear me spit on you, wither I
Remould into gold and bury I from sunReborn left to sigh, recure maybe I'll
Be born and simplify the way I lie beforeI get bored
I get bored
I get bored
I'm boredRepent by you and trust to figure out
I burn that gift to you doll and let it shine beforeI get bored
I get bored
I get bored
A wish for the real onePissed and confinded, before me or I
And we will come clean, it gets worse, it's moreGet bored
I get bored
I get bored
A wish for the real oneGet bored
Get bored
Get bored
A wish for the real one

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The Prats

Edinburgh 1978 - the spirit of punk hit high school as four friends got together to form The Prats. Paul McLaughlin, David Maguire, Greg Maguire and Tom Robinson were then aged between 12 and 14, and while their instruments were basic - including a cardboard drum kit - their enthusiasm carried them through. The band quickly produced a demo tape and sent it to Edinburgh's legendary indie label Fast Product (early home of the Human League). This led to the band's debut on the Fast EP Earcom 1, which featured a number of up and coming bands.

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