Extraordinary people.
Extraordinary people.
We love stories about myths.
We love to know about extraordinary people.

People that write music’s lyrics on their hands.
People that talk with themselves at night.
People that work twelve hours and get the children on school.
Working people and fat skinny people.
People with hope and people with despair.
People whose fun is to get drunk.
People that love to play the guitar.
People that can sing and people that can’t talk.
People on the streets and people on the top.
People that would waste their lives for the price of a cigarette.
People that would care for the messages we get.
People that cry watching to a good movie.
Lazy people and naïve people.
Lonely people and masked people.
People that made the drama main part of their acts.
People that like to hear the sad sad songs.
People that think they got something to prove.
People that don’t even try to write their own stuff.
People with a lot of stories to tell.
People that dream to change the world.

People that born and people that die.

And we are all connected.
By a sinuous line of virtues
Settled on a parallel universe
Full of beatniks and rock n’ roll bands.

And when they say that they see ordinary people.
It’s just a lie, ‘cause there’s no such thing.
There’s no such thing as ordinary people.
There’s no such thing as ordinary people.