Killing Time - Puffball

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…