you can't get blood from a stone my dear
the french for nail is a 'clue'
you can't get drunk here tonight it's clear
and i got nothin' for you
you can gather your lumps my dear
and you can swollow them too
and you can pound on this grave that's here
i got nothin' for you
there may be nowhere to hide tonight
there may be nothing in view
i know the moves but i just can't fight
i got nothin' for you
i got nothin' for you
2009 douglas september / Big Pond Publishing and Production Limited (SOCAN/BMI)
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