Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
There's so much nothing here
I can't believe my eyes
And the whole thing's televised
And there's a never-ending audience each day
And I shouldn't be surprised
There's so much nothing, I can't breathe
It's make believe
It's very vacant here
There's nothing going on
The population's gone
A dunce parade
A cheap charade is all that's left
It's a moron marathon
There's so much nothing, I can't breathe
It's make believe
[Guitar solo]
It's so damn empty here
It's life without a prayer
And no one even cares
The actors say their lines
The audience applauds
And nothing can compare
There's so much nothing, I can't breathe
It's make believe
There's so much nothing, I can't breathe
It's make believe
There's so much nothing, I can't breathe
It's make believe
So Much Nothing was written by Chris Barrows.