Nada Especial

We're sitting on a rock
knowing the world is turning to shit, yes sir.
We're burning what we have, we're playing like we don't know
We're in the midst of the peak of a world that's pretty ugly still.
The numbers say we're fine, the CNN geniuses say so.
And when you get close to reality
another commercial numbs everything again.
CHORUS: And in the end, I'm turning into an animal
just another old man getting lost in the city
with no sleep or plan, bee in a hive
nothing special, nothing special
We're risking our shirts
trying to talk about the gray smile
we're trying to figure out
scrubbing dishes for the merchant of our own idiocy.
And a hole in the sky
will remind us that reality won't negotiate with you or me
CHORUS: And in the end, I'm turning into an animal
just another old man getting lost in the city
with no sleep or plan, bee in a hive
nothing special, nothing special
clad in nothing, nothing special, nothing special, nothing special...