Looking out on a Summers day. The sun shines the neighbors play
Laughing and drinking and ribbing each other When the storm hits Theyre runnin for cover
The women strut around in their cute summer gear
In their pink baseball caps and stinking of beer
Primping and posing for anyones attention but not for their husbands who are too drunk to mention
Im killin time
Murderin the minutes
Dont have another line
Dont have another rhyme
In the endless void of understanding of the collective bargaining soul
Are the absolutes that take the manhandling and shrink into the black and white hole
Youll never find a truer man among you, but hes not one to which you should aspire
For its not that he is honest and loyal or good Its that you are traitors and liars
Im killin time
Murderin the minutes
Dont have another line
Dont have another rhyme
Im just killin time
Murderin the minutes
Dont have another line
Dont have another rhyme
