Lay my head on the surgeon’s table
Take my fingerprints if you are able
Pick my brains, pick my pockets
Steal my eyeballs and come back for the sockets
Run every kind of test from A to Z
And you’ll still know nothin’ ’bout me

Run my name through your computer
Mention me in passing to your college tutor
Check my records, check my facts
Check if I paid my income tax
Pore over everything in my C.V.
But you’ll still know nothin’ ’bout me
You’ll still know nothin’ ’bout me

You don’t need to read no books on my history
I’m a simple man, it’s no big mystery
In the cold weather, a hand needs a glove
At times like this, a lonely man like me needs love

Search my house with a fine tooth comb
Turn over everything ’cause I won’t be home
Set up your microscope, and tell me what you see
You’ll still know nothin’ ’bout me
You’ll still know nothin’ ’bout me
You’ll still know nothin’ ’bout me etc.

All of my life ever since the beginning
I wanted to fit in I tried but I didnt
I went in, I’m losin they call me a loser
A loner, a stoner, drug user, abuser
A burn out, it turns out I just aint the same
As these kids at my school, they so cool, I’m so lame
Called names, and they tease me
I wish they’d just leave alone but they dont and its so rough to be me
Turn on the TV and all that I see
Video’s flashin that image at me
Ya gotta be pretty, with money and perfect
I’m poor and I’m ugly, my life just aint worth it
I’m certainly destined to be a nobody
No money, no nothin, no woman just fuck it
Naw hold up a second I got an idea
Got nothin to lose I got nothin to fear
I could let my life fade away like nothin
Or I could go out big and be known for somethinStay up all night and I plot and I plan
Try not to wake up my sleepin’ old man
Sneak and I creep in his room while he’s sleepinOpen the closet I see it I got it
I’m grabbin’ his gun and then some ammunition
I bet they’ll be wishin’ that they stopped the dissinGet up in the mornin’ I’m loadin’ the gun
It’ll be fun to watch them kids run
Walk in the school and I’m shakin’ and tremblinI’m gettin’ upset man I’d better forget it

“Hey nice sneakers, where’d ya get them in the garbage?”
“yeah whatever man”
“Shut up loser”

Naw fuck that, thats it, it’s enough of this screaminIts time to get even and I won’t be defeated
I seated in class waitin for the bell
When it rings Ima go up and blast off these shells
Look at these kids with they clothes and they cars
And they fathers who let them live like movie stars
Wit they sneakers that cost more than pops makes in two weeks
I truley can’t wait to go and start the shooting
My teacher fuck ’em, don’t like him a bit
He said I would grow up not amount to shit
And maybe he’s right but that shit is still fucked up
While these kids are mad rich, and bitches are stuck up
Tony, the captain of the football team
Can’t wait to see him start runnin’ and screaminBritney his girl from the chearleading squad
Ima blast and I’ll piss on her bloody pom poms
Minutes are ticking and ticking away
Come on bell ring man I aint got all day
Screw it I walk to the front of the class
As the students and staff just look at me and laugh
I grab the gun and I just take it out
They see me and duck, some run and shout
Cockin the glock and I start to just squeeze it
Then somethin happened I couldn’t believe it
I just couldn’t do it, I’m watchin’em scatter
Standin’ here frozen as if it don’t matter
Want to, and I just wanna buck
But fuck, I cant even do it I’m stuck
I’m truly a nothing a loser it’s true
I can’t even do what I wanted to do
I planned all for nothin’ I can’t take’em out
I pointed the barrel right into my mouth

once divided…nothing left to subtract…
some words when spoken…can’t be taken back…
walks on his own…with thoughts he can’t help thinking…
future’s above…but in the past he’s slow and sinking…
caught a bolt ‘a lightnin’…cursed the day he let it go…
nothingman…
nothingman…
isn’t it something?
nothingman…
she once believed…in every story he had to tell…
one day she stiffened…took the other side…
empty stares…from each corner of a shared prison cell…
one just escapes…one’s left inside the well…
and he who forgets…will be destined to remember…
nothingman…
nothingman…
isn’t it something?
nothingman…
oh, she don’t want him…
oh, she won’t feed him…after he’s flown away…
oh, into the sun…ah, into the sun…
burn…burn…
nothingman…
nothingman…
isn’t it something?
nothingman…
nothingman…
coulda’ been something…
nothingman…
oh…ohh…ohh…

don’t feel like home, he’s a little out…
and all these words elope, it’s nothing like your poem
putting in, inputting in, don’t feel like methadone
a scratching voice all alone, there’s nothing like your baritone
it’s nothing as it seems, the little that he needs, it’s home
the little that he sees, is nothing he concedes, it’s home
one uninvited chromosome, a blanket like the ozone
it’s nothing as it seems, all that he needs, it’s home
the little that he frees, is nothing he believes
saving up a sunny day, something maybe two tone
anything of his own, a chip off the cornerstone
who’s kidding, rainy day
a one way ticket headstone
occupations overthrown, a whisper through a megaphone
it’s nothing as it seems, the little that he needs, it’s home
the little that he sees, is nothing he concedes, it’s home
and all that he frees, a little bittersweet, it’s home
it’s nothing as it seems, the little that you see, it’s home…