Pass The Time Lyrics - A Global Threat

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 im 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, 

whats 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?