I could be a man of wealth, spend money like leaves,
For my cause, pay corporate dogs to save the planet's trees,
Or I could be a man of fame, a picture perfect life,
Have Jaguars for my weekend cars and a supermodel wife.
Take me to the fire, burn me up alive,
'Cause I am nothing,
I'm nothing without your love,
I am nothing, I'm nothing.
I could be a preacher man and have a healing line,
Dazzle you with miracles and pray most all the time,
And call myself a man of God, with eyes that hypnotise,
Sell my book to feed the poor and pad my cushy life.
Take me to the fire, burn me up alive,
I am nothing,
I'm nothing without your love,
I am nothing, I'm nothing.
I could give it all away, from riches to rags,
Trade a life of luxury for dirty paper bags,
Or I could be the king of the world and call myself a god,
But everything's a pile of dirt if I don't have your love, love, love, yeah.
Take me to the fire, burn me up alive,
'Cause I am nothing,
I'm nothing without your love, love, love, yeah,
Take me to the fire, burn me up alive,
'Cause I am nothing,
I'm nothing without your love.
