There is nothing, there is nothing, there is nothing you can do
About this heart that you have stolen
There is nothing you can prove
You’ve done it all, done enough
There is nothing you can do
You feel the wall, feel the curtain
And it’s closing awful soon
Every day, another tick
Every day a little closer
You feel the arms of your beloved
Start to drift a little looser
Feel the weight, feel the balance
As it slips along the railway
And below you are the teeth
To the monster you’ve been feeding
And how we now?
How are we doing?
You keep a good smile, butÉ alas
there’s no comedy here.
There’s a boy on the sahara
There’re doing well in Lauderdale
There’s a fist in someone’s pocket
Here’s your shovel, here’s your pail
Take your suit, take your guitar
Them over there could use some kindling
And every day you hear the choir
But we never see you singing
You see the sky, you see the stars
You feel the writers on your back
But the words, you never read them
And there’s no clouds right where you’re at
And while we’re screaming for some rain
We’re screaming for some rain
The only water we are seeing
Is you pissing your Champaign
And how we now?
How are we doing?
You keep a good smile, butÉ alas
there’s no comedy here.
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