Nothing At All Video (MV)

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