If my house was an envelope, I wouldn't go in I hear the postman saying man, where have you been If my work took place in a package I would not open it I can see my life is a wreckage that is what I will admit If I can postpone all duties O Lord yes, I will I refuse to count my money not ready to pay a bill Tick Tock, does the clock Louder it goes Trembling I look at my shivering hands and toes I drag myself along I live on probation in a country that is called procrasti-nation I cover my ears for far more fears The doorbell enlarges my eyes Even someone good It is understood I think it’s one of the spies If my life was a one way road I wouldn’t advise to go Nor turn around but stay and carry one more load I drag myself along I live on probation in a country that is called procrastination I cover my ears for far more fears The doorbell enlarges my eyes Even someone good It is understood I think it’s one of the spies I drag myself along I live on probation in a country that is called procrastination procrastination procrastination procrastination
