Uneventful Songtext
von Thrush Hermit

I walk the streets
I call my friends
And ask them, "Will you come out tonight?"
They tell me, "Everything depends"
Could there be anything
Anything more painless?
But those who are embarrassed or opposed
Shall remain nameless

Nobody complains
And no one is resentful
For the gift of life
So uneventful
Nobody complains
And no one is resentful
For the gift of life
So uneventful


To hear me talk
Would you guess that I′m alone?
Don't ask me, "Will you come out tonight?"
You know I would rather stay at home
I possess that unassuming voice of the newscaster
And I remain calm, cool, and collected
In the face of a disaster
In the face of a disaster
In the face of a disaster

Nobody complains
And no one is resentful
For the gift of life
So uneventful
Nobody complains
And no one is resentful
For the gift of life
So, so uneventful

So uneventful
So uneventful
So uneventful
Ahh!