Yeah we all have our big ugly egos
to live for;
And to trip over…
And we all keep a face in a jar
by the door;
To hide the bruises….
And we all have a chip on our shoulder,
that weighs like a boulder;
Like a stone…
And we all have a God
with the words of wisdom we ignore;
Regretfully so….
You may be right;
I may just be ordinary.
But I hope you’re wrong;
So I’ll scratch, and I’ll scream;
But I won’t be ordinary… No.
And we all wake up scared
from our tarred and feathered dreams;
Beautiful nightmares.
And we all come out brave,
from a Superman experience;
Heroes in the mirrors in our rooms.
And we all have those days
When we’re bad, bad people;
So, so evil…
And we all have those days
When we save somebody’s life.
And never know it.
You may never know it.
You may be right;
I may just be ordinary.
But I hope you’re wrong;
So I’ll scratch, and I’ll scream;
But I won’t be ordinary… No.
Ordinary… No.
You may be right;
I may just be ordinary.
But I hope you’re wrong;
So I’ll scratch, and I’ll scream, but I won’t be
Ordinary.
And I won’t be ordinary…no.
And I won’t be ordinary…no.
But we all feel… Ordinary.
Sometimes… Ordinary.
But we all feel… Ordinary.
Sometimes… Ordinary.
But we all feel… Ordinary.
Sometimes… Ordinary.
But we all feel… Ordinary.
Sometimes… Ordinary.