Nothing Happens Every Day

from neon fakes by the garages

my adrenaline is low
i'm not used to it
all i wanna do is go
and find a ball to hit

usually by this time 
my blood is rushing through my skin
i pick up my bat
gotta find some way to take her for a spin

nothing happens every day
nothing happens every day
and yeah
blaseball is an eternal hell and there's
no escape, nor from the umpire's death knell but
i wanna play i wanna play i wanna play
and nothing happens every day anymore

where are the umpires and the fire
where are the scorch marks on the field
where is the screech of feedback on the wire
where are the birds in the outfield

where are the peanuts raining down
where is the blood falling on the town
now all we have is double roast dirt
no-one is going to get hurt

and that's sad
and that's boring
i'm going mad

nothing happens every day
nothing happens every day
and yeah
blaseball is an eternal hell and there's
no escape, nor from the umpire's death knell but
i wanna play i wanna play i wanna play
i wanna play i wanna play i wanna play