The lovers of nothing
Laid out at the station
Take out their frustrations on everyone
High class mutants
Slime of all creation
Fake sophistication to everyone
Ooooh
How could they know
That we all think they're a joke
Bank jerk angel
Rodents of the city
A piece of glass there
Stands almost a mile
Cuts the sky a brand new smile
Every day
There in it's shadow
Wait the children of the sewer
Whose hearts could not be truer
In any way
Ooooh
How could they think
That we wouldn't even blink
At uptight stories
Lies they told about us
They're the lovers of nothing
They're the lovers of nothing
They're the lovers of nothing
They're the lovers of nothing
Yea, Maybe we ain't got no money
But at least our hearts ain't cold
We're the ones who can't be bought or sold
They're the lovers of nothing
They're the lovers of nothing
They're the lovers of nothing
They're the lovers of nothing
