Ladies and gentlemen, let's put our hands together for this dynasty

I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no fuckin' cash

Maybe I should take a bath, cut my fuckin' brain in half

I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this fuckin' shit

Nothin' that I write can make me feel good

Victim of the great machine, in love with everything I see

Neon lights surroundin' me, I indulge in luxury

Everything I do is wrong, 'cept for when I hit the bong

Hit the bong, hit the bo—, feel good

Feelin' shitty in my bed, didn't take my fuckin' meds

Hyperpop up in my ears, everything just disappears

Don't wanna be someone else, just don't wanna hatе myself

I just don't wanna hate myself, instеad I wanna feel good

I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no fuckin' cash

Maybe I should take a bath, cut my fuckin' brain in half

I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this fuckin' shit

Nothin' that I write can make me feel good

Where to now?

Mr. Blue Sky, please tell us why

Got the rest of my life just laid out

You had to hide away for so long (So long)

Got the rest of my life to fuck around

Got the rest of my life to make sound

Where did we go wrong?

Feel good

I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no fuckin' cash

Mr. Blue Sky, please tell us why

Maybe I should take a bath, cut my fuckin' brain in half

You had to hide away for so long (So long)

I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this fuckin' shit

Where did we go wrong?

Nothin' that I write can make me feel good

Victim of the great machine, in love with everything I see

Oh, Mr. Blue Sky, please tell us why

Neon lights surroundin' me, I indulge in luxury

You had to hide away for so long (So long)

Everything I do is wrong, 'cept for when I hit the bong

Where did we go wrong?

Hit the bong, hit the bo—, feel good

Hey there, Mr. Blue

Feelin' shitty in my bed, didn't take my fuckin' meds

We're so pleased to be with you

Hyperpop up in my ears, everything just disappears

Look around, see what you do

Don't wanna be someone else, just don't wanna hate myself

Everybody smiles at you

I just don't wanna hate myself, instead I wanna feel good

I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no fuckin' cash

Hey there, Mr. Blue

Maybe I should take a bath, cut my fuckin' brain in half

We're so pleased to be with you

I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this fuckin' shit

Look around, see what you do

Nothin' that I write can make me

Everybody smiles at you

Feel good

Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good

Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good