Got No Time

 

GOT NO TIME (K. McMaster)  –  5:50

 

A heap load of trash that you meet on the road,

When your only goal is movin’ floor to floor,

I got no time for the virtue of lies,

Or stealin’ some magic from a lover’s eyes

 

A dark-haired beauty with a ponytail,

Another mute tongue from a childhood jail,

I got no time for the virtue of lies,

Or wipin’ his sweat from inside of your thighs

 

Skin-tight jeans and no meat on her bones,

A rodent with 80’s hair lickin’ a toad,

I got no time for the virtue of lies,

When her long bangs cover up her vacant eyes

 

Protective papa with a shotgun in hand,

To get into her pants you gotta run through sand,

I got no time for the virtue of lies,

Or readin’ some vows in a suit and a tie

 

A metalhead rocker with hair in her face,

To hear her history, such a disgrace,

I got no time for the virtue of lies,

Or a well-fucked corpse all covered in flies

 

All decked out disguised as the One,

But the One That Got Away proved much more fun,

I got no time for the virtue of lies,

Or dreamin’ of her panties slidin’ down her thighs

 

What, hey you again, glad that you’re back,

But you still got his name tattooed on your back,

I got no time for the virtue of lies,

Or searchin’ for the truth amongst the stuff that you hide

 

A broken-down loner still stuck on the road,

Tryin’ to find a princess who’ll kiss a toad,

I got no time for the virtue of lies,

Or paintin’ myself a hero in some other’s eyes

 

From the album HORNY JESUS (PURCHASE HERE)

and the book LOVE AND ANGST, BUT MOSTLY ANGST (PURCHASE HERE)

 

(Copyright 2009, Kevin McMaster)