BORED GAME

cpyr. 2026, Suburban Cowboys Music

Lyrics: Ralph Scott   Music: Sue Gno  Vocals: Randy Traivis

We were building up to Park Place, living on Atlantic

I loved your pretty face, even when the world got manic

Now the board has turned against me, and the dice are rolling low

I'm runnin' out of Chances, and I gotta get past "Go"

Getting through life one square at a time

Pumping hard-earned money into red neon signs

Trying to collect two hundred for a Friday night

Just to slide it across the counter for a bottle of Lite

Got a double mortgage on a broken heart

And every green space just tears me apart

Yeah, I’m putting in the work, but I got nothing to show

'Cause I can't pay the price to get past "Go"

Now I’m sitting on a stool at The Community Chest

Trying to drown the heavy weight, just like all the rest

Paying rent on a broken dream, running out of green

Drawing every bad Chance card this side of Bowling Green

Getting through life one square at a time

Pumping hard-earned money into red neon signs

Trying to collect two hundred for a Friday night

Just to slide it across the counter for a bottle of Lite

Got a double mortgage on a broken heart

And every green space just tears me apart

Yeah, I’m putting in the work, but I got nothing to show

'Cause I can't pay the price to get past "Go"

[Bridge]

Maybe I’ll build a hotel right on this barstool seat

Or wait for a card that’ll set a poor man free

They say "Just Visiting", but I’m locked in this hell

Sitting in an emotional prison cell

'Cause the worst card I ever drew, the one that broke my soul...

Was the day you looked at me and told me "Go."

Getting through life one square at a time

Pumping hard-earned money into red neon signs

Trying to collect two hundred for a Friday night

Just to slide it across the counter for a bottle of Lite

Got a double mortgage on a broken heart

And every green space just tears me apart

Yeah, I’m putting in the work, but I got nothing to show

'Cause I can't pay the price to get past "Go"

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