Killing Time

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…