Free Time

'Cuz free love's just about getting laid
 And free time just means that you're not getting paid
 Broken clocks are right still twice a day
 So mean what you say
 Or break away
 Or save it up for a holiday
 Time flows on weight-laden wrists
 Gears turned by the Riddlemaker's fist
 Questions of sands in a glass
 Turn it over, count as it pass
 Two minutes of your time should be enough
 Three days and you wind it all back
 You've got a jar of the stuff
 Just try and keep it on track
 'Cuz free love's just about getting laid
 And free time just means that you're not getting paid
 Broken clocks are right still twice a day
 So mean what you say
 Or break away
 Or save it up for a holiday
 Wanna hear the end of the joke?
 It'll come much faster with smoke
 The punchline soon is at hand
 When lungs have filled up with sand
 Seven days in a week seems like a lot
 Not while the earth's still getting hot
 The molten future is cast
 And all that sand turns to glass
 'Cuz free love's just about getting laid
 And free time just means that you're not getting paid
 Broken clocks are right still twice a day
 So mean what you say
 Or break away
 Or save it up for a holiday
 'Cuz free love's just about getting laid
 And free time just means that you're not getting paid
 Broken clocks are right still twice a day
 So mean what you say
 Or break away
 Or save it up for a holiday