Mr. Blue – Dance Hall Crashers – letras

You’ve had all the breaksLearning from your mom’s mistakesEating off your daddy’s plateSpending all your wasted tasteYou can’t see past your gateOnce I saw you dip your toePast the line at the end of the roadBut frightened you came running homeOh quit your whiningIt’s so boringPlay the victim andKeep me yawningHow do you expect me to believe the scene that you’re describingYou’ve had all the luckThey fought it out for youWithout them you’d be stuckThey held your hand to walk throughDon’t forget you’re boredAnd that’s your only problemTimes for you ain’t toughTry showing them some gratitudeOh quit your whiningIt’s so boringPlay the victim andKeep me yawningHow do you expect me to believe the scene that you’re describingHey there Mr BlueI’m hurting just by listening to what you’ve been trhoughPoor baby, or what did they do to youWhoa poor old Mr. BlueInside your white fenceThe glass house you’ve createdThings are getting tenseDon’t feel appreciatedGlance out of your windowIt looks like sun to meBut you just count the cloudsSigh and beg for sympathyOh quit your whiningIt’s so boringPlay the victim andKeep me yawningHow do you expect me to believe the scene that you’re describingHey there Mr BlueI’m hurting just by listening to what you’ve been throughPoor baby, oh what did they do to youWhoa poor old Mr BlueYou could sit there foreverBlaming others but neverAllowing things to get betterI keep tryingMaybe I should just give upHey there Mr BlueI’m hurting just by listening to what you’ve been throughPoor baby, oh what did they do to youWhoa poor old Mr. BlueOh quit your whiningIt’s so boringPlay the victim andKeep me yawningHow do you expect me to believe the scene that you’re describingHey there Mr BlueI’m hurting just by listening to what you’ve been throughPoor baby, oh what did they do to youWhoa poor old Mr Blue