Dance Hall Crashers
Dance Hall Crashers
Dance Hall Crashers
Dance Hall Crashers
Dance Hall Crashers
Dance Hall Crashers
Dance Hall Crashers
Dance Hall Crashers
Dance Hall Crashers
Dance Hall Crashers
Dance Hall Crashers
Dance Hall Crashers
Dance Hall Crashers
Dance Hall Crashers
Dance Hall Crashers
Dance Hall Crashers
Dance Hall Crashers
Dance Hall Crashers
Dance Hall Crashers
Dance Hall Crashers
Dance Hall Crashers
Dance Hall Crashers
Dance Hall Crashers
Dance Hall Crashers
Dance Hall Crashers
Ah...you've had all the breaks
Learning from your mom's mistakes
Eating off your daddy's plate
Spending all your wasted taste
You can't see past your gate
Once I saw you dip your toe
Past the line at the end of the road
But frightened, you came running home
Ah...you've had all the luck
They fought it out for you
Without them you'd be stuck
They held your hand to walk through
Don't forget you're bored
And that's your only problem
Times for you ain't tough
Just try showing them some gratitude
Oh, quit your whining
(It's so boring)
Play the victim and
(Keep me yawning)
How do you expect me to believe the scene that you're describing
Hey there, Mr. Blue
I'm hurting just by listening to what you've been through
Poor baby, oh, what did they do to you
Whoa, poor old Mr. Blue
Inside your white fence
The glass house you've created
Things are getting tense
Don't feel appreciated
Glance out of your window
It looks like sun to me
But you just count the clouds
Sigh and beg for sympathy
Oh, quit your whining
(It's so boring)
Play the victim and
(Keep me yawning)
How do you expect me to believe the scene that you're describing
Hey there, Mr. Blue
I'm hurting just by listening to what you've been through
Poor baby, oh what did they do to you
Whoa, poor old Mr. Blue
Well, you could sit there forever
Blaming others, but never
Allowing things to get better
Well, you keep trying
And maybe you should just give up!
Oh, quit your whining
(It's so boring)
Play the victim and
(Keep me yawning)
How do you expect me to...believe you
Hey there, Mr. Blue
I'm hurting just by listening to what you've been through
Poor baby, oh what did they do to you
Whoa, poor old Mr. Blue
Hey there, Mr. Blue
Hey there, Mr. Blue
What did they do to you
Whoa, poor old Mr. Blue
Thank you very much. Thank you. Wow. Thanks. A'right. So, we've gotta say, it's a little bit weird tonight, 'cause we're making a record, as you guys know
And, uh...and, and, we're trying really hard not to fuck all the songs up, to be perfectly honest. This song's called "Trying"...