My fingers don't lie. My fingers don't lie. They're made of nothing. My mouth it ain't dry. My mouth it ain't fine. My mouth is nothing. Tell Sally I'm alive. Tell Sally don't bite. Tell her she's nothing. My fingers won't budge. My fingers won't move. I guess they're nothing. Hey, what's in your womb? Hey, what's in that wound? I suppose it's nothing. (Chorus)