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