Lyrics

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 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 away From a superman experience, yes As hero's 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, we may never know it You may be right I may just be ordinary I hope you're wrong So i'll scratch And i'll scream But I won't Be ordinary No, oh, oh, no, no, no Bum, bum, bum, bum Bum, bum, bum, bum Bum, bum, bum, bum Bum, bum, bum, bum Bum, bum, bum, bum You may be right I may just be ordinary I hope you're wrong So i'll scratch And i'll scream But I won't be ordinary Bum, bum, bum, bum Bum, bum, bum, bum Bum, bum, bum, bum
Writer(s): David Richard Lyn, Andron Cross, Allan Lynfatt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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