Serial Chiller Lyrics

It"s 12 o" clock, wake up!
I"m feeling stoned and dirty again.
That dream I don"t know how,
It feels so distant now.
Action"s not for me
Better TV to see.
I"d have to do something
Better sit down and think...
Am I so guilty?
Is it my fault if God gave me my lazy soul?

SERIAL CHILLER! X 4

The will to sleep again
Is driving me insane.
I"ll never find a job
to serve society!
Maybe in this world
I can be seen as lounger,
And in the race of life
I am the last of runners.
You can hurt me,
You can judge me
From my sofa I say: f*** YOU b****!

SERIAL CHILLER! X 4

Same old story, morning glory
Wake up with the need to be fed,
But brunch is on the fire
Do some sapping while I still wait
Slide stepper and gazelle
Their mark is 'made in hell'.
Their gym is getting me tired
Need to recollect some force...
It"s 12 o" clock, wake up!
I"m feeling stoned and dirty again.
That dream I don"t know how,
It feels so distant now.
Action"s not for me
Better TV to see.
I"d have to do something
Better sit down and think...

Am I so guilty?
Is it my fault if God gave me my lazy soul?

SERIAL CHILLER! X 4

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!