Pass me the bottle, hand me my heart
I'm wasted and stunted, but I talk like a star
Well the money's all gone before the check even clears
Left with nothing, nothing at all
The ghost of Milwaukee just glides down the hall
He asks such tough questions, he walks into walls
What if our history means nothing at all
Means nothing, nothing at all
Nothing at all, it's worth nothing at all
To get your big payment when you become so small
It ain't worth the paper that it's printed on
It's worth nothing, nothing at all
Well you get so thin, that you might disappear
And you're getting so high, how's the weather up there
Since we walked in this bar, you've aged a hundred years
Like nothing, nothing at all
Nothing at all, it's worth nothing at all
To get your big payment when you become so small
It ain't worth the paper that it's printed on
It's worth nothing, nothing at all
Nothing, nothing at all
Nothing, nothing at all
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