You're a big mouth bass in this little pond
I'm a salmon trying to swim upstream
You think you're so cool that you can push me around
but your act is putting me to sleep
All you need is a nose ring to be subculture here
or a t-shirt from the secondhand shop
we're all just bottom feeders in this stagnant little town
where there's no reason to rise to the top

in a bigger pond you're a tear in a hurricane
hard to stand out when every other drop looks the same
at least you're individual
appreciate it since we'll all
end up back in the ocean someday

the adoration of the local hicks is wearing thin
we're starving on the praise of fools
it's time we found an ocean with some bigger fish
who can appreciate the stuff that we do
but nobody here has ever heard of where we're from
they've got slang that we don't even know
we're finding out that everything we thought that we made up
went out of style about ten years ago

in a bigger pond you're a tear in a hurricane
hard to stand out when every other drop looks the same
at least you're individual
appreciate it since we'll all
end up back in the ocean someday

let's go skipping through the mud
you're gills are dried out; can't get O2 to your blood
make our way on out to sea
hope when we get there someone pays for our CDs

Our fans are saying we've sold out
and they're probably right
we're just not catching on
no matter how hard we try

Let's stop fishing for praise here and play it by ear
just because it's what we want to do
why? we don't even know, we're still kind of a joke
but at least everybody else is laughing too

in a bigger pond you're gonna find you're
in a bigger pond no more than what you are