Hey, mama, when you leave, don't leave the thing behind, I don't want nothing, can't

use nothing, take care into the hall, and if you see my friends, tell them I'm fine,

not using nothing.

Almost burned out my eyes and threw my ears down to the floor. I didn't see nothing. I

don't want to know, and nothing more, and man, that's nothing.

As brothers, our troubles are locked in each other's arms, and you better pray that they

never find you, because your back ain't strong enough, for burdens double fold, they'd crush

you down, down into nothing. Being born is going blind and buying down a thousand times,

echoes strung on pure temptation. Sorrow and solitude, these are the precious things, and the

only words that are worth remembering.