Little baby, we're intrepid pioneers Chiselled and toughened by our ceaseless quest for Nothing Can't you see, girl? We are fearless mountaineers Climbing by bluffing and reaching peaks of Nothing Baby, we're simply dreamers of a different kind Claiming that Nothing can be signed, sold and even left behind Here we are now, conquering the last frontier Huffing and puffing toward the very heart of Nothing Sweetest baby, there's no room for mutineers For those rebuffing the brilliance of Nothing