Sum of Nothing Songtext
von MF Tomlinson

I been around the world in my immigrant shoes
My soul should be worn out by now
But I′m bouncing to the sound of the time
When the million voices are breaking through
So you can stop talking falsely now
You better tender your respects when my girl's in the room
You know she′s right on, you'll find out
No rest if you're wicked in a world
Where Sita is still singing the blues
It′s better yet worse somehow -
Too much to prove and nothing left for us to do

O, gimme some of nothing (Some of nothing)
O, what′s the sum of nothing? (Sum of nothing)


If what you're saying′s clearly bogus
Then there is no need for me to refute
Yes if it's bogus hocus pocus P.O.T.U.S.
The onus of proof must be on you
Matter of fact just stop talking falsely now
If you came to be taming shrews
Then you better start kissing some shoes (Yeah, yeh)
It ain′t me doing the telling it
Is they who be commanding me to command you
It's better yet worse somehow -
To much to do and nothing left for us to lose

O, gimme some of nothing (Some of nothing)
O, what′s the sum of nothing? (Sum of nothing)
O, gimme some of nothing (Some of nothing)
O, what's the sum of nothing? (Sum of nothing)

Ever since I was a youth impending doom has always been on news
I try to make my way but sometimes
I say 'Hey wait man, what′s the use?′ (Sum of nothing)
Whether you're a defender or a crusader
Whether you′re a player that's minor or major
What is the result of all your labour?
What′s waiting for us at the end of the rainbow?
It's just so amazing how everything these days just seems to
Be better yet worse somehow -
Too much to do lose and nothing left for us to do

What′s the sum of nothing?
O, gimme some of nothing (Yeah)
O, what's the sum of nothing? (Sum of nothing)