Pass me the bottle, hand me my heart I'm wasted and stunted, but I talk like a star Well the money's all gone before the check even clears Left with nothing, nothing at all The ghost of Milwaukee just glides down the hall He asks such tough questions, he walks into walls What if our history means nothing at all Means nothing, nothing at all Nothing at all, it's worth nothing at all To get your big payment when you become so small It ain't worth the paper that it's printed on It's worth nothing, nothing at all Well you get so thin, that you might disappear And you're getting so high, how's the weather up there Since we walked in this bar, you've aged a hundred years Like nothing, nothing at all Nothing at all, it's worth nothing at all To get your big payment when you become so small It ain't worth the paper that it's printed on It's worth nothing, nothing at all Nothing, nothing at all Nothing, nothing at all