(I Don’t Have the Time to) Mess Around Songtext
von The Broken Family Band

There′s an ache creeping through my bones
And a lake of blood filling my home
I don't have the time to mess around

There′s a dog sleeping in my bed
If I tickle his balls he gives me sweet head
So I don't have the time to mess around

You can send me flowers, but I won't arrange them
You can call me on the telephone at a sensible time


There′s a beast and he′s banging on my door
All my teeth lay scattered on the floor
I don't have the time to mess around

I′m done with the non-essential tasks
Oh and the making of a thing that cannot last
I don't have the time to mess around

You can send me flowers, but I won′t arrange them
You can call me on the telephone at a sensible time

You can send me flowers, but I won't arrange them, oh no
You can call me on the telephone at a sensible time
You can call me on the telephone at a sensible time