There's too much of nothing
In the muddled minds of men
And if you want to know a well-known secret
For years now we've struggled to understand

Try and pass ourselves off as geniuses
What could be further from the truth
When all we are, are minions
That say and do what they tell us to

There's too much of nothing
That keeps getting passed around
Who is there among us
That in their head there's not a hollow sound

Chaulk one up for our side
But who is even oddly keeping score
On the latest diatribe
Tell me something I don't know

There's too much of nothing
Behind this frown that's going down
We're all good at juggling
Misfit kit and caboodle of circus clowns

On this latest craze, save the date
Never giving it a rest
When too much of nothing
Is the thing that we do best