Tekster: SR-71. Non-Toxic.

I'm one of those things
You save forever and never need
Like an old newspaper
That no one has time to read

This child has grown into a dead end
Since I lost the power to pretend

But it's alright
That's who I am inside
Not much to say
On this non-toxic, ordinary day, yeah

That's no superhero
Standing right in front of us
So take this pocket full of kryptonite
And beat it back to Metropolis

There's only room for one on this microphone
In my finest hour, I'm still alone

But it's alright
That's who I am inside
Not much to say
On this non-toxic, ordinary day
What an ordinary day

But old news can change
As memories float downstream
So don't judge me by my failures
But only by my dreams

But it's alright
That's who I am inside
Not much to say
On this non-toxic, ordinary day

But it's alright
That's who I am inside
Not much to say
On this non-toxic, ordinary day

Not much to say
On this non-toxic, ordinary day
Not much to say
Yeah, on this non-toxic, ordinary day