Quantity Time - Skyclad

Yet another sluggard hour stumbles past

It’s no wonder life looks better through the bottom of a glass

These bitter litanies you keep repeating

Are verbal fingers down my mental blackboard screeching

Each moment in your company

Was of more quantity than quality

My hopes and dreams transparent phantoms

This Wayward Son’s Irrational Anthems

Not worth spending quantity time

Life is hunger, life is pain

Never ending quantity time

Toe the line, take the strain

Awake in bed in quantity time

Hate to say I told you so

Long time dead in quantity time

Next stop Hell, not far to go

My vision is obscured, blurred by tears of anger

These four walls a prison where I rot in stagnant languor

My broken heart screams out «someone repair me

Or please lay me in the cemetery»

'cause you’ve taken all that’s best, you see

So I’ll lay to rest the rest of me

You cannot hold a dream to ransom

Or silence my Irrational Anthem

Not worth spending quantity time

Life is hunger, life is pain

Never ending quantity time

Toe the line, take the strain

Awake in bed in quantity time

Hate to say I told you so

Long time dead in quantity time

Next stop Hell, not far to go