Nothing Special

[Sryan]

A one-trick pony in a one-horse town

You're feeling lonely and the cable's down

You feel like the only freak in this town

What's wrong with you?

What's wrong with me?

We've got a life of scratching tickets

at the local gas and stop

So suck on another whippit and hear the brain cells pop

[Chorus]

You play guitar for perfect strangers

You write some words they try to sell

And then you sing these things in public

Sometimes not very well

You get paid to go to parties

Drinking colors talking trash

You get laid because you're arty

And you wonder why it never lasts

You play guitar for perfect strangers

You write some words they try to sell

And then you sing these things in public

Sometimes not very well

There is nothing special

[Beat Break]

[Sryan]

So sure enough they want your picture

And your deepest point of view

Well you should know you ain't not that pretty

And you haven't got a clue

But how you love the adoration

You believe you're in-house press

And half the critics always hate you

So you get horribly depressed

[Chorus]

You play guitar for perfect strangers

You write some words they try to sell

And then you sing these things in public

Sometimes not very well

You get paid to go to parties

Drinking colors talking trash

You get laid because you're arty

And you wonder why it never lasts

You play guitar for perfect strangers

You write some words they try to sell

And then you sing these things in public

Sometimes not very well

There is nothing special

[Beat Break]

You play guitar for perfect strangers

You write some words they try to sell

And then you sing these things in public

Sometimes not very well

There is nothing special

You play guitar for perfect strangers

You write some words they try to sell

And then you sing these things in public

Sometimes not very well

There is nothing special