Seem's theres always something to be done   But at the same time, there's nothing to do   Bored out of my mind and yet procrastinating like i have no life   Maybe i don't   Why   Do i do those things   There's just no point,   But that's beside the point that i'm just lazy   Why   Don't i do those things   That seems to have a point,   That are pointless to avoid   Slacker is my true name when it comes to getting my work done   But i'm not done having my fun   People on my case day and night, but it's my fault, and that's not right   That's not right...why fight?   Always on a never-ending hoilday   My life is a never-ending hoilday   I don't work and i just play   But now i found, to my dismay,   There's nothing as a never-ending hoilday