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
- 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!