Are we crazy?
Living our lives through a lens
Trapped in our white picket fence, like ornaments
So comfortable, we're living in a bubble, bubble
So comfortable, we cannot see the trouble, trouble
Aren't you lonely?
Up there in utopia
Where nothing will ever be enough, happily numb
So comfortable, we're living in a bubble, bubble
So comfortable, we cannot see the trouble, trouble
Aha, so put
Your rose-colored glasses on, and party on
Turn it up, it's your favorite song, dance, dance, dance to the distortion
Turn it up, keep it on repeat, stumbling around like a wasted zom-
-bie, yeah, we think we're free, drink, this one's on me
We're all chained to the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm
Turn it up, it's your favorite song, dance, dance, dance to the distortion
Turn it up, keep it on repeat, stumbling around like a wasted zom-
-bie, yeah, we think we're free, drink, this one's on me
We're all chained to the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm
Are we tone deaf?
Keep sweeping it under the mat
Thought we could do better than that, I hope we can
So comfortable, we're living in a bubble, bubble
So comfortable, we cannot see the trouble, trouble
Aha, so put
Your rose-colored glasses on, and party on
Turn it up, it's your favorite song, dance, dance, dance to the distortion
Turn it up, keep it on repeat, stumbling around like a wasted zom-
-bie, yeah, we think we're free, drink, this one's on me
We're all chained to the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm
Turn it up, it's your favorite song, dance, dance, dance to the distortion
Turn it up, keep it on repeat, stumbling around like a wasted zom-
-bie, yeah, we think we're free, drink, this one's on me
We're all chained to the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm
It is my desire, break down the walls
To connect, inspire, eh, up in your high place, liars
Time is ticking for the empire
The truth they feed is feeble
As so many times before
They greed over the people
They stumbling and fumbling and we about to riot
They woke up, they woke up the lions
Turn it up, it's your favorite song, dance, dance, dance to the distortion
Turn it up, keep it on repeat, stumbling around like a wasted zom-
-bie, yeah, we think we're free, drink, this one's on me
We're all chained to the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm
It goes on, and on, and on
It goes on, and on, and on
It goes on, and on, and on
(Am7) (G) (Am)