My a** 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 k**ing time, k**ing 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 k**ing time, k**ing time, I just can't get things done
I want the days to pa**, 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
k**ing time's all you can do
While waiting for lady luck to find you
I'm just k**ing time, k**ing 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 k**ing time, k**ing time…