Killing Time (Get a Job Slacker)
Some people say I'm just killing time
But have you ever wondered why
Those people seem
In such a hurry to die
I couldn't care less
I'm no slave I confess
They can't force me to
Drink their Kool-Aid swell
All work and no play
Someday they all have to pay
All the Jacks of the world
They can all go to hell
Why does it feel like this
This emptiness inside
Some people say I'm just killing time
But have you ever wondered why
Those people seem
In such a hurry to die
They say my sorry life ain't worth a dime
Like enjoying life's a crime
Those people look
Like they're all dead inside
So what, killing time
Better than killing yourself
Waiting for promised rewards
To what use if you're already dead?
You know what they say
If there's a will there's a way
I know that Jack would be pleased
If I would take all the blame
For better or worse
Some may call it a curse
At the end of the day
I refuse to feel shame
Why does it feel like this
This emptiness inside
Some people say I'm just killing time
But have you ever wondered why
Those people seem
In such a hurry to die
They say my sorry life ain't worth a dime
Like enjoying life's a crime
Those people look
Like they're all dead inside
But have you ever wondered why
Those people seem
In such a hurry to die
I couldn't care less
I'm no slave I confess
They can't force me to
Drink their Kool-Aid swell
All work and no play
Someday they all have to pay
All the Jacks of the world
They can all go to hell
Why does it feel like this
This emptiness inside
Some people say I'm just killing time
But have you ever wondered why
Those people seem
In such a hurry to die
They say my sorry life ain't worth a dime
Like enjoying life's a crime
Those people look
Like they're all dead inside
So what, killing time
Better than killing yourself
Waiting for promised rewards
To what use if you're already dead?
You know what they say
If there's a will there's a way
I know that Jack would be pleased
If I would take all the blame
For better or worse
Some may call it a curse
At the end of the day
I refuse to feel shame
Why does it feel like this
This emptiness inside
Some people say I'm just killing time
But have you ever wondered why
Those people seem
In such a hurry to die
They say my sorry life ain't worth a dime
Like enjoying life's a crime
Those people look
Like they're all dead inside
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