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Too much whiskey and you can't find the truth Too little and the outcome's the same I'm on Abbot Kinney, a quarter to nine Three drinks in my head and this song on my mind I got nothing, nothing and no one The pretty people just running in place Tell me, is a song worth a damn thing Nothing won't be worth nothing one day I got a meeting tomorrow with a man and a pen see if he can't get these songs of my hands and give me some money for all of these tears I got nothing, nothing and no one and I just keep running away Tell me, is a song worth a damn thing Nothing won't be worth nothing one day Hey hey there Bob Dylan, I wrote you a song About a world that ain't never been born Like a curse in my mouth and a cure on my tongue It comes from my guts and it pulls out my lungs I got nothing, nothing and no one The pretty people just running in place Tell me, is a song worth a damn thing Nothing won't be worth nothing one day Nothing ain't worth nothin' I say Aus Songtexte Mania