Testo Wasted Life

Wakes up alone in his living room again
At 4 PM
Another day, another nightmare
Ohhh

Stands up and grabs the phone and calls his friends again
To hang out with him
Having some beers, smoking lot of pot, oh yeah All day long

He doesn't care about you think of him
His lazyness, stronger in every way
Scratching his balls, then after, his ass
Can't even think one day
He'll realize and will sadly say:
"What a wasted life, how much wasted time"
Have I spent?"

No future, no one by his side, he's on his own
Life's easier that way
No rules to follow, just living day by day
Ohhh
Yet something bothers him, but he just can't explain
Got no idea what it could be...
It's the sound of failure, the echo of his emptiness
Driving him crazy

He doesn't care about you think of him
His lazyness, stronger in every way
Scratching his balls, then after, his ass
Can't even think one day
He'll realize and will sadly (fucking) say:
"What a wasted life, how much wasted time
Have I spent?"