Post by Jean Cross on May 17, 2009 11:22:37 GMT -5
'Sitting on this barstool talking like a damn fool
Got the twelve oclock news blues
And Ive given up hope on the afternoon soaps
And a bottle of cold brew
Is it any wonder Im not crazy? is it any wonder Im sane at all
Well Im so tired of losing- I got nothing to do and all day to do it
I go out cruisin but Ive no place to go and all night to get there
Is it any wonder Im not a criminal?
Is it any wonder Im not in jail?
Is it any wonder I’ve got
Too much time on my hands, its ticking away with my sanity
I’ve got too much time on my hands, its hard to believe such a calamity
I’ve got too much time on my hands and its ticking away from me
Too much time on my hands, too much time on my hands
Too much time on my hands
Well, Im a jet fuel genius - I can solve the worlds problems
Without even trying
I have dozens of friends and the fun never ends
That is, as long as Im buying
Is it any wonder Im not the president
(hes not the president)
Is it any wonder Im null and void?
Is it any wonder Ive got
Too much time on my hands, its ticking away at my sanity
I’ve got too much time on my hands, its hard to believe such a calamity
I’ve got too much time on my hands and its ticking away from me
Too much time on my hands, too much time on my hands
Too much time on my hands'
The song flowed fast out of her lips. She was getting tired very fastly. "Urgh...please tell me I'm not going to faint..."she thought outloud. She dropped on her knees, everything was getting blurry...
Got the twelve oclock news blues
And Ive given up hope on the afternoon soaps
And a bottle of cold brew
Is it any wonder Im not crazy? is it any wonder Im sane at all
Well Im so tired of losing- I got nothing to do and all day to do it
I go out cruisin but Ive no place to go and all night to get there
Is it any wonder Im not a criminal?
Is it any wonder Im not in jail?
Is it any wonder I’ve got
Too much time on my hands, its ticking away with my sanity
I’ve got too much time on my hands, its hard to believe such a calamity
I’ve got too much time on my hands and its ticking away from me
Too much time on my hands, too much time on my hands
Too much time on my hands
Well, Im a jet fuel genius - I can solve the worlds problems
Without even trying
I have dozens of friends and the fun never ends
That is, as long as Im buying
Is it any wonder Im not the president
(hes not the president)
Is it any wonder Im null and void?
Is it any wonder Ive got
Too much time on my hands, its ticking away at my sanity
I’ve got too much time on my hands, its hard to believe such a calamity
I’ve got too much time on my hands and its ticking away from me
Too much time on my hands, too much time on my hands
Too much time on my hands'
The song flowed fast out of her lips. She was getting tired very fastly. "Urgh...please tell me I'm not going to faint..."she thought outloud. She dropped on her knees, everything was getting blurry...