i've got time to kill
the time is still
and i can't find the pill
it's kind of ill
it makes me want to lie and steal
god, this wine is brill
it's mine, it's spilled
i'm dying to drill
it home, i'm higher than hills
i'm dryer than gills
on a fish high up the field.
i'm tired of bills
and liars, i feel
like i'm dying to kill ....