the things that you've gone over nownare things that i don't understandnyou write your shit in your free timenwith a telephone in your free handnnbut it's alrightnto do it every nightn'cause if there's one thing that i knownit's that you're nothing at allnyou're nothing at allnnyou used to hang out on the streetnbut now you stand on the moonnyou talk like a politiciannfor you it came too soonnni saw you late last nightni couldn't believe what you saidnit seems your body goes where it wantsn'cause your mind is going deadnnbut it's alrightnto do it every nightn'cause if there's one thing that i knownit's that you're nothing at allnoh yeah you're nothing at alln