Citramons Deprived of Sense

I’m sittin at the pay desk all the lonely time
There’s nothing to do, there’s no reason to try
I should be polite with anybody who
Comes to the store with nothing to do

Everything is deprived of sense
Everything is deprived of sense

I’m loaf about drinking next eleven hours
I’m sittin at the backyard and I don’t think about
Your time and possibilities, causes and cares
Have you ever understood what your life is?!