Killing Time Songtext
von Scoochie Boochie
Killing Time Songtext
I′m just killing time til it kills me
I am underground and I will be
Sometimes I wish that I could take it back
This life is like a game of laser tag
Run around and give your best shot
Then we all take the vest off
I hope we get a chance to recap
Like that was crazy did you see that?
How can I be mad I ain't made it
The fact that I got made is amazing
I could have easily been a giant squid
Or in my case like a regular squid
I keep a scale in my mind
One side: things that make me glad to be alive
And then on the other side
Things that make me think it wouldn′t be that bad to die
Like
Those little TVs in the gas pumps
I'll be happy when I've seen my last one
I got to be alive for chicken strips
And when I′m dead I′ll never get the shits
At the Quest's end getting rested
It′s a deathbed not a stressbed
The dying of the light I might rage at you
Until the nurse turns on cable news
So I pull my own plug
They're like "Grandpa, what the fuck?"
I say "Don′t cry, it's been a crazy trip"
They′re like, "Don't break stuff, we gotta pay for it"
You got every song on the planet
I don't take your time for granted
You could be listening to a famous band
Instead you′re giving something strange a chance
Thank you thank you thank you
Thank you thank you thank you
Thank you :) :) :)
Thank you thank you thank you
Hang in there
I am underground and I will be
Sometimes I wish that I could take it back
This life is like a game of laser tag
Run around and give your best shot
Then we all take the vest off
I hope we get a chance to recap
Like that was crazy did you see that?
How can I be mad I ain't made it
The fact that I got made is amazing
I could have easily been a giant squid
Or in my case like a regular squid
I keep a scale in my mind
One side: things that make me glad to be alive
And then on the other side
Things that make me think it wouldn′t be that bad to die
Like
Those little TVs in the gas pumps
I'll be happy when I've seen my last one
I got to be alive for chicken strips
And when I′m dead I′ll never get the shits
At the Quest's end getting rested
It′s a deathbed not a stressbed
The dying of the light I might rage at you
Until the nurse turns on cable news
So I pull my own plug
They're like "Grandpa, what the fuck?"
I say "Don′t cry, it's been a crazy trip"
They′re like, "Don't break stuff, we gotta pay for it"
You got every song on the planet
I don't take your time for granted
You could be listening to a famous band
Instead you′re giving something strange a chance
Thank you thank you thank you
Thank you thank you thank you
Thank you :) :) :)
Thank you thank you thank you
Hang in there
Writer(s): Hovey Benjamin, Michael Ribbens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

