I don't wanna waste more time
Thinking of what I could have said better
(I do)
Only one hundred compulsions left to go
Yeah, I don't wanna waste no time
To the man I know, engulfed in his woes
So, do I sip the cup of gold
A likely antidote under Kevlar
Don't speak to me in prose
Take it with a grain of salt
But don't let go
This place is dangerous
(It's true)
The tendency to call it all off
Well, I don't wanna waste no more time
'Cause the man I know dissolves in his own damn woes
So, do I sip the cup of gold
A likely antidote under Kevlar
Don't speak to me in prose
Take it with a grain of salt
But don't ever let go