All day & all night
Thinking about Nothin'
Empty Brain of Mine
Just keeps on Rockin'.
Bothers me everytime
And tries to sing that ol' time rhyme,
Twinkle, Twinkle and Jack & Jill
And all those nonsense I can't kill.
I just turn my head and look around
To hear the light and see the sound.
And there's nothing, so I feel sick.
So I talk to God and ask for help.
Poor God says, "I can't help thee"
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