Ballad of Big Nothing

/You sit around at home now
Waiting for your brother to call
I saw him down in the alley
Having had enough of it all/

/All spit and spite, you're up all night
And down every day
A tired man with only hours to go
Just waiting to be taken away
Getting into the back of a car
For candy from some stranger
Watching the parade with pinpoint eyes
Full of smoldering anger/

/Do what you want to
Whenever you want to
Though it doesn't mean a thing
Big nothing/

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