Special - Wilshire

I ride in on a train

everyday is the same old thing

it’s nine to five

don’t know if i’m dead or alive

I’m looking for a halilujah

i need a little something special

(something special)

My walls are gray,

makes me feel like i live in a cave

i’m wearing a fear

when tommorrow comes i’ll do it all again, again, again.

I’m looking for a halilujah (yeah, yeah)

i need a little something special

yeah

i’m looking for a halilujah

looking for something special

to get me off this sun cone

Let me out

let me out

I dream of my escape

through the eyes of burn up, fly away

I’m looking for a halilujah

i need a little something special

yeah

i’m looking for a halilujah

i need a little something special

I need a little something special

Halilujah