Texty: The Alan Parsons Project. Nothing Left to Lose.

Nothing's good, the news is bad
The heat goes on and it drives you mad
Scornful thoughts that fly your way
You should turn away
'Cause there's nothing more to say

You gave the best you had to give
You only have one life to live
You fought so hard, you were a slave
After all you gave
There was nothing left to save

You've got nothing left to lose
(You've got nothing left to lose)
No, you've got nothing left to lose
(Who'd wanna be standing in your shoes)

You read the book, you turn the page
You change your life in a thousand ways
The dawn of reason lights your eyes
With the key you realize
To the kingdom of the wise

You've got nothing left to lose
(You've got nothing left to lose)
No, you've got nothing left to lose
(Who'd wanna be standing in your shoes)

Nothing ventured, nothing gained
No more lingering doubt remained
Nothing sacred or profane
Everything to gain
'Cause you've nothing left