De Rien

You're staying in a lot more these days, you're getting a bit crazed
Waylaid with the malaise, but it means nothing - it means nothing
They're taking your bread and your baby away and you've got nowhere to go
And you've got nowhere to stay but it's nothing, it's absolutely nothing
You might bash your head in a bingle you might have a partner
Or perhaps you are single but it means nothing - it's really really nothing
The sun's getting bigger and brighter
The sights and the sounds of the far east delight her, but it's nothing, it's nothing
You're growing so tired of the discourse or you're so full of remorse
Or you're out on the golf course, it's nothing
You're kind of hung up on your childhood or you just want to git gud
Try and be understood - nothing
You're tired of living in this shithole in the summer it's so hot
In the winter it's so cold but it's nothing
I saw you picking through those entrails getting hung up on the details
Staring at those chem-trails - but it means nothing
It's absolutely nothing