Nothing to catch Nothing to loose Nothing can cut you up Nothing makes you confused
Nothing to look for Cause nothing to find You never stays at the door And never say good bye
You think people say that you're a rolling stone But we all know you're just a dead dog choke with a bone You say your inner man takes off from the blues But we all know that youre ginhead who lives above the proof
You don't hand a crap But never say true Your blues guitar - Your last randevu
Nothing to shame you Nothing to pride Nowhere to be Nowhere to die