When there’s not a Lot to Do
When there’s not a lot to do
And your mind has too much information
When there’s not a lot to do
And your fed up with your location
You look in corners, for a lost vibration
You look up and down the stairs, for lost relations
When there’s not a lot to do
And you ask yourself about temptation
When there’s not a lot to do
On other occasions with false imitations
You Look Inside your Brain, like a train station
Your body’s feelings, start to do head phasing
When there’s not a lot to do
You look for good spirits and vegetation
When there’s not a lot to do
The ghoul ghosts, hear it with radiation
You look down roads, for friendly tarmac
You look up mountainsides, for tree slack
When there’s not a lot to Do
Your words stick like glue, on a platform station
When there’s not a lot to do
Your stuck with your unhygienic relation
Your amphibian snake charmer, becomes your guru
Your tap dancing cake embalmer, wears a tutu
