Killing Time lyrics
Song information
Artist: Puffball Album: It's Gotta Be Voodoo, Baby!
Lyrics
My ass in the sofa infront of the screen I need air but I'm not very keen I'd rather stay, check out the soaps This is my future, I ain't got high hopes Call it a sickness, call me a joke But at least I go out to buy new smokes The joboffice is far, it's raining and cold And it feels pretty good not to do as I'm told
I'm just killing time, killing time. cuz my couch tells me to stay They say I'm good for nothing, on the verge of crime and that I've still got the devil to pay I'm just killing time, killing time, I just can't get things done I want the days to pass, I am in my prime but I hardly see the sun
Once you get burned you're out of the game And start going crazy from shame In people's eyes your a no-good punk With the only ambition to stay drunk So you live on welfare, have got branded for life And hate to be with your cheating wife Killing time's all you can do While waiting for lady luck to find you
I'm just killing time, killing time…
To get through the days is what it's all about Before you're fully down and out Out of the ratrace, being called a creep Because depression's got you sinking deep But I've got the freedom to do the things I choose The social life is all I lose
Once you get burned you're out of the game …
I'm just killing time, killing time…
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
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