Thank you,
thank you,
thank you,
thank you,
thank you.
You are very, very, very, very kind.
Thank you.
from you.
Far back to your corner, it's over
The game was rigged from the start
The game was rigged from the start
Hold your body,
embrace it, taste it
As it's falling apart
Something out of nothing Still amounts to nothing at all
Unless you feel that strong Something out of nothing
Still amounts to nothing at all
Get up off your feet,
take a seat and watch it go by
Slam away your fears,
through your fears And let them all fly out
Something out of nothing Still amounts to nothing at all
Something
out of nothing Still amounts to nothing at all
And what
about us?
And what about us?
And what about us?
The art of singing
The world is spinning under
And everybody's singing to their grave
And the world keeps spinning on and on and