Capo

Evil,
Evil wears a suit on the screen.
With a hotline,
You call to buy your blessing.
In the holy name,
Came a profit.
Putting his hands in the pockets,
Of all the thoughtless and naïve.

I've got nothing to say to you.
I've got nothing to say to you.
I've got nothing to say to you.
I've got nothing to say.
I've got nothing to say to you.
I've got nothing, nothing to lose.
I've got nothing to say to you.
I've got nothing to say.

I've got nothing to say to you.
I've got nothing, nothing new.
I've got nothing to say to you.
At my throat I fork in two.
I've got nothing to say to you.
I've got nothing to say to you.
I've got nothing to say to you.
I've got nothing to (say).

I watched my rotating feet,
Hover above brownish red streets.
The love I carried made me,
So unique.
But something moving in my chest,
It was dirty once,
But at its best.
The love that kept us young,
Oh, it's old under our sun.