Nothing Comes To Nothing
Won't you come, come back to earth
Say all concerned
You know how they're worried for you..
And all their words, they jar my nerves I know
Each cursed by each and kisses run through
Nothing comes to nothing without my baby,
Nothing ever comes to nothing without my baby
That's Amwellian do, tongue soaked in booze
Says 'he's filthy and much older than you'
And the sea sick muse
The sickly new pulls out the sickle so shiny cuts the tongue in two
And the music sways, it forays and searches and says:
'Give me all the young and the blue'
And the music sways, it forays and surges and says:
'I'll break your heart in two'
Nothing comes to nothing without my baby
Nothing ever comes to nothing with my baby
All I ever do...
Where's the happy Prince?
Well, where's the smilling Bride?
He's right beside you oh
Nothing ever comes to nothing without my baby ah no
Nothing is ever good for nothing with that lady.
Writer/s: Mick Whitnall / Peter Doherty / Stephen Street