'A rolling stone gathers no moss' You blink, you fall- everything's lost Our seventy brief years- on this earth Time's worthless blink- you're not éven worth For will they all notice- if you go Will they care- you doubt so. The invisible man- the mán's invisible. But that's HIS point- it's not yours You are here- and yet on tours What is it What have you got (leprocy?) Maybe you should just turn to pot. The invisible man- he wánts to be invisible. People don't care- and yet you do You're the one- supposed to coo When théy're in the shit- you're that shitty- Bottom less- Pit. You're sick of this shit. You don't wana be that pit No one seems to give a fuck They walk on you- just like much If you left to room- and came back Would lines of speech- at all crack? (Doubtful) Should you not go in a blaze of glory Does spec tacular- constitute glory Guns and bombs and sex and booze After all- what have we got to loose Some band, you think- said it best- 'Nothingman.' Makes no difference to the rest Like a leper Kept away for ever A bell for you- a warning for ever 'Nothingman'