Nothing At All

Nothing At All All you writers and poets who fill in your philosophies you've been telling all the peorple what you know writing with your pen in some kind of frenzy like its manifest destiny in a book made of mole but you ain't got nothing at all you ain't got nothing no you ain't got nothing all you royal families with your mixed up psychological sons you been analysing yourself so hard you don't know what to do you got roots on your trees that go back for centuries but you find yourself on the streets singing the blues but you ain't got nothing at all you ain't got nothing you ain't got nothing at all you ain't got nothing all you orphans and other people stepped on by society you've been starring through the cracks just to make ends meat jumping from bush to bush and valley to valley some people say you're just like a rolling stone you ain't got nothing at all you ain't got nothing you ain't got nothing at all you fall on yourself no you ain't got nothing