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 through
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