Nothing At All

When the well runs out and this land goes dry

You’ll sit and stare at the awful sky

'Cause they’re coming up fast and they’re coming up close

And you hold onto the ones you love the most

Oh, just hold my hand and understand

That I don’t really care ‘bout nothing at all

The little old people in the little town square

With their great big smiles and their big heavy cares

They’ll smirk at me gently and I’ll smirk at them back

But behind closed doors it’s a full-fledged attack

And they’ll remain the same

It’s how they’ll stay

So I don’t really care ‘bout nothing at all

The mountains are calling hear that echoing sound

And I wanna see the fresh snow on the ground

‘Stead of blood that’s always bleeding from my head to my heart

I want to reach the peak before this world goes dark

But night has come and gone

It’s moved on

Now I don’t really care ‘bout nothing at all

You could give me flowers or a handsome groom

And a nice redecorated living room

But I could really care less and I’ll tell you why

If the world’s gonna end at the blink of an eye

Then I really don't mind

I’ve had my time in the sunshine

I’ll be doing just fine

'Cause I don’t really care ‘bout nothing at all

No I don't really care ‘bout nothing at all