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Ever curse the dead
Throw a rock against the headstone
Or thanking them instead
Telling them what fine folks they were, noble characters

Nothing. I'll bet they said nothing at all
Nothing. I'll bet they gave no answered call
Your opinion matters not at all

Lessons from the dead
They always rest so fine and easy
You just turn your head
Chasing every praise and critique, both make you weak

What if you said nothing. What if you said nothing at all
Nothing. What if you gave no answered call.
Their opinion matters not at all

Standing in the cyclone of a man who knows himself
Time to nail the dishes to the floor
One part inspiration and the rest here to destroy
Now we sort the rubble from the joy

Michaelangelo, spent his days upon the ceiling
You want to thank him so
but why does he seem so aloof
Did he paint it for you
I'll bet he says nothing. Nothing at all

Nothing. I'll bet he gives no answered call
He paints because he has to paint or fall
Nothing. Nothing at all.

Nothing. I'll bet he gives no answered call
Your opinion matters not all
Nothing. Nothing at all
Your opinion matters not at all
© 2006 Music and Lyrics by Steven Kalas (BMI)