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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) |