Cell ceiling blues (nothing comes to nothing)

Come, come back to earth we’re all concerned
Of us seen worrying (?) for you
And though their words, they jar my nerves
I know it goes by each new?? Running
Through
So nothing’s good for nothing with my baby, no
All this comes to nothing without my baby
It’s all I, all I ever know
That man where?? Do
Tongue soaked in booze,
Is filthy and older than you
The sick, sick, sickly news pulls out a sickle so shiny and slices the tongue in two
While the music sways and searches and saves
Oh, give me the young man in blue
While the music sways and searches the stairs and says,
“I’ll break your heart in two”
It’s good for nothing without my baby
Nothing ever comes to nothing with that lady
It’s all I ever do
Nothing is good for nothing with my baby
Nothing ever comes to nothing without my
Baby
All this comes to nothing without my baby
It’s all I ever do