Day by day wait for tomorrow
That never would come
Its shadows are always dissolving
With the rise of the sun
Sparks of the distant bright fireworks
No mails to check in my in-box
Seems like it’s time to tear hair but I’m still having fun
What to do if I’m busy 112 hours a week?
To perform every show as a teacher, a wife and a freak
All I do is just killing the time
To become the best girl in the world
When God turns out the light

I’ve met with Jung, Fromm, Schopenhauer
Thought they’d make good friends
But they don’t know Amanda Palmer
I laugh at their ignorance
Anna goes fighting the globalism
Jerry stands up for transhumanism
But you see I’m not like them I just wait for a tram

All the brightest ideas are born in someone else’s mind
My best foes doubts and fears are afraid of the whip of the night
All I do is just killing the time
To become the best girl in the world
When God turns out the light

Every day ask myself stupid questions like
“Why do birds sing?”
Can’t wait until the dark night falls
When I cease to think
All the facts eaten and books read
Come through my mind when I go to bed
They must make me much better and I’m sure
That they will do the trick

No matter how hard I tried but I still feel as thick as a brick
I’m upset by this fact 112 hours a week
All I do is just killing the time
All I do is just killing the time
Everything that I want to be
Is not a thing that I really see
I could climb up the hills
Could fall down on my knees
But I’m still not the girl
That could please (me)

My head’s going round
When I think about things I have done
But that really is none
I’m dead-beat like a horse on the run

All I do is just killing the time
All I do is just searching damned rhyme
All I do is just jumping miles high
To become the best girl in the world!

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