Lazy Bones - Liberator

All these things you’re doing — why can’t you see

I want to take it easy — these things are not for me

People I thought I knew are passing me at lightning speed

Their faces are coloured from the strain of what they have to do chorus:

Call me lazy bones, tell me I’m no good

I don’t mind at all, I’m doing fine I’m in no respect organized — I don’t want

to be

I refuse to be projectized — these things are not for me

I want to be free to do the things I want to when I want to

How could I know what I will want to do next weekhow could I, how could I

(chorus)