The Big Nothing

Lyrics for The Big Nothing

Getting old The protagonist smokes at home alone, stoned Dingy housecoat, rotary phone Hidden room where cheeba is grown Occasionally roam, see what's gone The Crone play keys of elephant bone Took the chalice with a shrug, "when in Rome" Sipped the cup of destruction Pipe-head said "Lemme hold somethin'" Dance like marionette Numb to it all like I'm smoking wet Yellowed newspapers said he opened for the greatest Dusty books Chain on the door, he know 'bout that jux Go to church if you're shook, or get a pistol Dollars amounted to a fistful Tellin' you like big homie told me "Black girl lost", "You owe me" Coin of the realm, paid to trolls Rake the coals Negroes run till they out of road, dig a hole Madder than Dame Dash, stockings full of coal Their eyes was watching God top of the stripper pole Passed dour to brothers on parole Would say somethin', but what do I know? Sweet chariot, swing low, scoop me Trunk full of dro, speakers blown Out of state plates, Ls lit, tempt the fates NY to DC, barely tapped the brakes White privilege Cocky smile like you know my style Todd Marinovich Never had the chance You lose, you get nothing You get nothing Never had the chance You lose, you get (not a damn thing) You get (not a damn thing) Friend of a friend, you had a fun night Good job, and in addition he seemed nice Still, something not quite right Women's intuition The difference between finding yourself And coming up missing In the meadow, she bring me Like a big bee, she sting me Granted manumission One black came back, knife glistening Heart like a piston Back scarred from whippings Let that be a lesson, listen Whispered sedition Saw Lincoln at intermission Gots to get got, my gat accept no petition Better yet, save your breath, ask God those questions Possession, nine-tenths of the law Gas station, vacuum rental car Back in the back of the bar, demons spar Wrote in a cloud of smoke, Negroes in Paris Clock stroke, frayed peacoat, await my carriage Good day, sir