Mr. Blue Songtext
von Dance Hall Crashers

Ah, you fail 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, 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, 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
You keep trying
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 Mr. Blue