Time on your hands
you do it all the day
shuffle your feet
and turn on the news
to hear what they might say
They made a machine
and you found your device
they're lighting the fuse
there's no need to worry
your world will be alright
Time for a smoke
a pint and a joke
you muddle on through
silently screaming
"what can i do?"
Till time trips you out
looking about
blows you away
high as a kite
on a windy day