There's Nothing You've Got I Want - THE MOB

I never believed in the bible

Seems some other thing you told me weren’t true

I never believed in the power of the tick

You insisted must be on your shoes

I preferred to visit the mall

Long before it was built

Where we’d gallop the horses through wide open courses

'Til the stream appeared into view

There’s nothing you’ve got I want

There’s nothing you’ve got I want

And the art of this accident of history

Where we live amongst the values we resent

Clutching diamonds from the firepit

And the glimmer of the hope they represent

There’s nothing you’ve got I want

There’s nothing you’ve got I want

This passion, this thing you call progress

This obsession with which we begin

To conform and repent

Worthless 'til it’s spent

A place I don’t want to live in

There’s nothing you’ve got I want

There’s nothing you’ve got I want

Clutching diamonds from the firepit

And the glimmer of the hope they represent

There’s nothing you’ve got I want

There’s nothing you’ve got I want

So we’re cursed and resented

I’m ridiculed, clever and wise

Through the fog of idolatry, blur of technology

The light still shines bright in my eyes

There’s nothing you’ve got that I want or I’d crave

This futile existence that creeps

Through the depths of your soul in the dark of the night

Where it twists, it turns and it thieves

There’s nothing you’ve got I want

There’s nothing you’ve got I want

There’s nothing you’ve got I want

There’s nothing you’ve got I want

There’s nothing you’ve got that I want or I’d crave

There’s nothing you’ve shown me I need

In this world of illusion I’ll let myself out

When I cut myself I want to bleed

There’s nothing you’ve got I want

There’s nothing you’ve got I want

There’s nothing you’ve got I want

There’s nothing you’ve got I want

There’s nothing you’ve got I want

There’s nothing you’ve got I want

There’s nothing you’ve got I want

There’s nothing you’ve got I want

There’s nothing you’ve got I want

There’s nothing you’ve got I want