Are we crazy?Living our lives through a lensTrapped in our white-picket fenceLike ornaments
So comfortable, we’re livin’ in a bubble, a bubbleSo comfortable, we cannot see the trouble, the trouble
Aren’t you lonely up there in Utopia?Where nothing will ever be enoughHappily numb
So comfortable, we’re livin’ in a bubble, a bubbleSo comfortable, we cannot see the trouble, the trouble (aha)
So put your rose-colored glasses onAnd party on (woo)
Turn it up, it’s your favorite songDance, dance, dance to the distortionTurn it up, keep it on repeatStumbling around like a wasted zombie
Yeah, we think we’re free (aha)Drink, this one’s on meWe’re all chained to the rhythmTo the rhythm, to the rhythm
Turn it up, it’s your favorite songDance, dance, dance to the distortionTurn it up, keep it on repeatStumbling around like a wasted zombie
Yeah, we think we’re free (aha)Drink, this one’s on meWe’re all chained to the rhythmTo the rhythm, to the rhythm
Are we tone deaf?Keep sweeping it under the matThought we could do better than thatI hope we can
So comfortable, we’re livin’ in a bubble, a bubbleSo comfortable, we cannot see the trouble, the trouble (aha)
So put (so put)Your rose-colored glasses onAnd party on (woo)
Turn it up, it’s your favorite songDance, dance, dance to the distortionTurn it up, keep it on repeatStumbling around like a wasted zombie
Yeah, we think we’re free (aha)Drink, this one’s on meWe’re all chained to the rhythmTo the rhythm, to the rhythm
Turn it up, it’s your favorite songDance, dance, dance to the distortionTurn it up, keep it on repeatStumbling around like a wasted zombie
Yeah, we think we’re free (aha)Drink, this one’s on meWe’re all chained to the rhythmTo the rhythm, to the rhythm (woah-oh-oh)
It is my desireBreak down the walls to connect, inspireAyy, up in your high place, liarsTime is ticking for the empireThe truth they feed is feebleAs so many times beforeThe greed of all the peopleThey stumbling and fumblingAnd we about to riotThey woke up, they woke up the lions (woo)
Turn it up, it’s your favorite song (hey-oh-oh)Dance, dance, dance to the distortionTurn it up, keep it on repeatStumbling around like a wasted zombie (like a wasted zombie)
Yeah, we think we’re free (aha)Drink, this one’s on meWe’re all chained to the rhythmTo the rhythm, to the rhythm (we’re all chained to the rhythm)
It goes on, and on, and on (turn it up)(It goes) It goes on, and on, and on (turn it up)(It goes on, and on, and on, and on)It goes on, and on, and on (on, and on, and on)‘Cause we’re all chained to the rhythm
