Pass the Time

Raced for months in circles don't know where to go

So nauseus nobody's near me, antisocial

Ahead I catch my breat and again I'm behind

It somehow works itself out in the back of my mind

4..3..2.. First to First, womb to hearse get by

Is there nothing you want worse than to pass the time?

Am I stubborn, selfish or scared of stability

Part of a rotten useless, unprouctive minority

(all this thought to resposobilities,

Redundent schedules carved in 30 years mortages

For a finaced wife some to buy kids,

What's in your waller, where do I sign up)

4..3..2 first to first, womb to hearse get by

Is there nothing you want worse then to pass the time?