Gabriel

Title: Later
Sin: Sloth


Yeah, I'm a lazy, listless man, an indolent procrastinator.
I've lots to do, I just don't do it; I simply sit and sigh:
"I could always do it later."

Some are thinkers, some are sayers, some are doers, I'm a waiter;
Or as I rather like to put it: I'm an easygoing guy.
Yeah, I'm a lazy, listless man, an indolent procrastinator.

Some are builders, some are makers, some are brilliant ideators.
But I'm too busy doing nothing; and there's a motto I live by:
"I could always do it later."

If idle hands are Satan's work and sloth's condemned by our Creator,
Well then . . . shoot. I'll be damned when I go die.
Yeah, I'm a lazy, listless man, an indolent procrastinator.

My wife is always asking me to fix our broke refrigerator.
But here's a cooler and some beer; for now, I'll kick my feet up high —
I could always do it later.

At times I get these crazy thoughts, like I should live for something greater.
But soon they're gone and I move on; it's too much work to try. . . .
Yeah, I'm a lazy, listless man, an indolent procrastinator,
And I could always do it later.

The End

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