I've got nothing to prove
They say we wizards are subtle. But believe you me, we've got nothing, nothing at all, on.
I will not say sorry and be pardoned for doing a godly act.
But my heart is not weary; it's light and it's free
I've got nothing but affection for those who've sailed with me.
Show me some hope
Show me some light
Cause I got nothing left in me tonight
If I don’t go
If I say no
Is it the end?
I've got a fat head. There's nothing I can do about it.
I beg your pardon I didn't recognise you — I've changed a lot.
I'm nothing,
I'll always be nothing.
I can't even wish to be something.
Aside from that, I've got all the world's dreams inside me.
My dad turned 40 in October 1967 … in April '68 Martin Luther King was killed. In June '68 Robert Kennedy was killed. And in the fall of '68, my dad's mother died. He was left, on an existential level, saying, "This is what I am. I've got the love of my students and I've got nothing else. My country is going to hell."
Pardon me while I burst into flames
I've had enough of the world and its people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flames.
Pardon me, pardon me.
I'll never be the same.