Текст песни The Nothing Song

The empty page in front of me

Is strangling my nerves

The pencil I'm chewing

Won't write by itself

40 cigarettes further

My lungs just start to whistle

This got to be done

I'm out of time

But my mind is still on strike

This song's 'bout nothin'

I had no idea

So this one's called the nothing song

Never again I'll do so wrong

Hey, hey

I somehow filled the lines
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It was done in time

A last minute score

Don't you be mopin' no more

I've got it

Uh, I somehow like it

The others called me lazy

I guess they're somehow right

But sometimes it is really hard

To create a simple rhyme

Sure all this sounds stupid

And a little bit senseless

But now that I'm tired

And nearly drunk

I'll better go to bed

Bullshit