I'm living on such sweet nothing Sweet nothing So I put my faith in something unknown And it's hard to learn And it's hard to love When you're giving me such sweet nothing You're giving me such sweet nothing

There's a thorn tree in the garden, if you know just what I mean, And I hate to hurt your feelings but its not the way it seems, 'Cause I miss her. She's the only girl I've cared for, the only one I've known. And no one ever shared more love than we've

Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down I will ease your mind When you're weary, feeling small When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all I'm on your side when times get rough And friends just can't be found When you're down and out

But still I find you there I'm far from good, it's true But still I find you But still you, still you want me Oh, I always let you down You're shattered on the ground And oh, stupid things I do Next to me (next to me)

I won't follow you The pawn plays the king, but there's no board at all The mindset of children that can't stand on their own You raise up your hands in conformist salute Will you follow the crowd or will you follow you? I won't be the same Creating my

Oh, the guns of Brixton You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to When they kick out your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun Shot down on the pavement

I hope you learn to make it on your own And if you love yourself just know you'll never be alone I hope that you get everything you want and that you chose I hope that it's the realest thing that you ever know Hope you get the pretty girls, that's pretty

Not your barbie girl, I'm livin' in my own world I ain't plastic, call me classic You can't touch me there, you can't touch my body Unless I say so, ain't your barbie, no I can take myself on a dinner date Buy myself diamonds and the champagne Order five

I used to be down, I fucked around and I got rich I'm driving foreign whips, spent a hundred on my wrist I might take your bitch, private flight, take a trip Your bills be stacking up while I'm stacking up my chips Your bitch on my dick, when she see me,

When your chips are down When your highs are low Reaching for the light Knowing we can't win It's getting close to sundown over the Sierra Stranded on the freeway burning with desire She was on the sidewalk looking for a night light