Ladies and gentlemen, let's put our hands together for this dynasty

I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no fuckin' cash
Maybe I should take a bath, cut my fuckin' brain in half
I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this fuckin' shit
Nothin' that I write can make me feel good

Victim of the great machine, in love with everything I see
Neon lights surroundin' me, I indulge in luxury
Everything I do is wrong, 'cept for when I hit the bong
Hit the bong, hit the bo—, feel good
Feelin' shitty in my bed, didn't take my fuckin' meds
Hyperpop up in my ears, everything just disappears
Don't wanna be someone else, just don't wanna hatе myself
I just don't wanna hate myself, instеad I wanna feel good

I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no fuckin' cash
Maybe I should take a bath, cut my fuckin' brain in half
I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this fuckin' shit
Nothin' that I write can make me feel good

Where to now?
Mr. Blue Sky, please tell us why
Got the rest of my life just laid out
You had to hide away for so long (So long)
Got the rest of my life to fuck around
Got the rest of my life to make sound
Where did we go wrong?
Feel good

I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no fuckin' cash
Mr. Blue Sky, please tell us why
Maybe I should take a bath, cut my fuckin' brain in half
You had to hide away for so long (So long)
I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this fuckin' shit
Where did we go wrong?
Nothin' that I write can make me feel good

Victim of the great machine, in love with everything I see
Oh, Mr. Blue Sky, please tell us why
Neon lights surroundin' me, I indulge in luxury
You had to hide away for so long (So long)
Everything I do is wrong, 'cept for when I hit the bong
Where did we go wrong?
Hit the bong, hit the bo—, feel good
Hey there, Mr. Blue
Feelin' shitty in my bed, didn't take my fuckin' meds
We're so pleased to be with you
Hyperpop up in my ears, everything just disappears
Look around, see what you do
Don't wanna be someone else, just don't wanna hate myself
Everybody smiles at you
I just don't wanna hate myself, instead I wanna feel good

I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no fuckin' cash
Hey there, Mr. Blue
Maybe I should take a bath, cut my fuckin' brain in half
We're so pleased to be with you
I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this fuckin' shit
Look around, see what you do
Nothin' that I write can make me
Everybody smiles at you
Feel good
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good