Nothing Happens Every Day

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