Slacker

A lot of big ideas, I got a lot to say

But I stayed in bed, I got fucked up anyway

Tomorrow's great if it ever comes

Don't count on me, I'm still out having fun

Nine thousand emails still unread

Don't wanna know what's been said and not been said

Could delete them all and start again

But what's the point, They'll all be back in the end

I was born a slacker, naturally a man-made disaster

And anything I'm after, will have to wait another day