Nothing, we’re doing nothing   Just sitting and wondering why nothing’s happening   Everyone was there in a wooden chair doing nothing   Still doing nothing, drinking, smoking   Nothing’s happening   No one seems to care in their wooden chair doing nothing      I go walking through the park   Underneath a moldy sky   Thinking, "Yes, I think this place    Would be such a lonely place to die   Such a lonely place to die”      Nothing, we’re doing nothing   Literally frozen stiff from nothing happening   Something has to change   Because it’s no longer feeling strange   To do nothing, ad nauseum, nothing    And feeling, acutely, every millisecond pass   We can ignore that this is sad    Because we know that it all adds up to nothing      I go walking though the park   Underneath the moldy sky   Thinking about all the different ways    That would make lonely ways to die    All the lonely ways to die