Mr. Blue

Dance Hall Crashers

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





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





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


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 trhough


Poor baby, or 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





You could sit there forever


Blaming others but never


Allowing things to get better


I keep trying


Maybe I should just give up





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





Oh quit your whining


It's so boring


Play the victim and


Keep me yawning


How do you expect m