Free Time
'Cuz free love's just about getting laid
And free time just means that you're not getting paid
Broken clocks are right still twice a day
So mean what you say
Or break away
Or save it up for a holiday
Time flows on weight-laden wrists
Gears turned by the Riddlemaker's fist
Questions of sands in a glass
Turn it over, count as it pass
Two minutes of your time should be enough
Three days and you wind it all back
You've got a jar of the stuff
Just try and keep it on track
'Cuz free love's just about getting laid
And free time just means that you're not getting paid
Broken clocks are right still twice a day
So mean what you say
Or break away
Or save it up for a holiday
Wanna hear the end of the joke?
It'll come much faster with smoke
The punchline soon is at hand
When lungs have filled up with sand
Seven days in a week seems like a lot
Not while the earth's still getting hot
The molten future is cast
And all that sand turns to glass
'Cuz free love's just about getting laid
And free time just means that you're not getting paid
Broken clocks are right still twice a day
So mean what you say
Or break away
Or save it up for a holiday
'Cuz free love's just about getting laid
And free time just means that you're not getting paid
Broken clocks are right still twice a day
So mean what you say
Or break away
Or save it up for a holiday
And free time just means that you're not getting paid
Broken clocks are right still twice a day
So mean what you say
Or break away
Or save it up for a holiday
Time flows on weight-laden wrists
Gears turned by the Riddlemaker's fist
Questions of sands in a glass
Turn it over, count as it pass
Two minutes of your time should be enough
Three days and you wind it all back
You've got a jar of the stuff
Just try and keep it on track
'Cuz free love's just about getting laid
And free time just means that you're not getting paid
Broken clocks are right still twice a day
So mean what you say
Or break away
Or save it up for a holiday
Wanna hear the end of the joke?
It'll come much faster with smoke
The punchline soon is at hand
When lungs have filled up with sand
Seven days in a week seems like a lot
Not while the earth's still getting hot
The molten future is cast
And all that sand turns to glass
'Cuz free love's just about getting laid
And free time just means that you're not getting paid
Broken clocks are right still twice a day
So mean what you say
Or break away
Or save it up for a holiday
'Cuz free love's just about getting laid
And free time just means that you're not getting paid
Broken clocks are right still twice a day
So mean what you say
Or break away
Or save it up for a holiday
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Eberhardt
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