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Title: Ordinary Man

 

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me,

don't you see, I'm an ordinary man,

take a look, if you can at this ordinary man

Read a book, watch T.V. I'm too ugly for ecstacy, 

break a leg, drain the keg, now you know what it's like to be me.

 

I'm to la-azy, what is wrong with me, call me ba-aby, 

please go out with me, 

wake me from this dream, neurotic fever scene,

save me from myself or let me rot in hell. 

 

It's painful here, the end is clear, 

so I grab my beer to wash away the fear,

of the unknown.

Contradictions, they laught at me,

I am not who I'm meant to see,

this man inside my head,

he wont stop until I'm dead.

 

I'm to la-azy, what is wrong with me, call me ba-aby, 

please go out with me, 

wake me from this dream, neurotic fever scene,

save me from myself or let me rot in hell. 

 

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me,

you see, I'm an ordinary man, 

I play pretend, like when I was ten, 

pretend to know I can, 

win the war, win the fight, or maybe just the night,

damn man, there he goes again,

the adult in me can't seem to stay in his pen,

gettin' real on me just when I was listening, 

to the mirror me, the flipside imagery,

courtesy of this neurotic fever scene. 

 

Personal hell, more like personal heaven, 

only catch is the fact that I'm aware of the leaven,

may as well be a miner how I'm makin' this coal, 

diggin' deeper and deeper into this hell-hole, 

don't think I'll find my way back again.

Don't think I'll find my way back again,

don't think I'll ever find my way back again,

but I keep my shaky self in tact

by taking solace in the fact,  

that I'm just an ordinary man. 

 

 


 

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