Lyrics Chicks On Speed

Chicks On Speed

Procrastinator

Because there's a poltergeist

In every pen,

Waiting behind each monitor

Lurking,

Paralyzing every word

I have for you in my head,

I be your ambient room,

Your feather bed,

I'll cook you macaroni

Every day of the week,

Anxiety attack strikes again

Every time I pick up a pen,

procrastinator...

Procrastination

Procrastinator, I'm a procrastinator!