Lyrics: Ioannis Karavassilis/Birk Preisler Plagborg Bønløkke
Music: Ioannis Karavassilis/Birk Preisler Plagborg Bønløkke
What started as a phase
Has become a growing trend
I guess what I can fault
Is my self-delusion
Cut me a piece, just a piece of that pie
Don't matter what, I am missing the high
Melting me down with that kerosene smile
Was full of hope, now I'm turning senile
Painted pictures
Faulty fixtures
Contradictions
Poised for scriptures
One thing I can tell you is you're heading straight for hell
Compromise you'll pay for setting me under your spell
Ordinary, horrifying
Ordinary, horrifying
Ordinary, horrifying
Ordinary, horrifying
I might just be a freak
To thе best of your critique
A lamb behind a wolf
Always cautiously aloof
Givе me a dime, just a dime of that bag
Who gives a shit, honey this is a drag
Melting me down with that kerosene smile
Was full of hope now I'm turning senile
Painted pictures
Faulty fixtures
Contradictions
Poised for scriptures
One thing I can tell you is you're heading straight for hell
Compromise you'll pay for setting me under your spell
Ordinary, horrifying
Ordinary, horrifying
Ordinary, horrifying
Ordinary, horrifying
I'm so ordinary, ordinary, ordinary
I'm so ordinary, ordinary, ordinary
I'm so ordinary, ordinary, ordinary
I'm so ordinary, ordinary
ORDINARY
Ordinary, horrifying
Ordinary, horrifying
Ordinary, horrifying
Ordinary, horrifying