Killing Time
Puffball
It's Gotta Be Voodoo, Baby

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…