Chained to the Rhythm

Are we crazy

Livin' our lives through a lens?

Trapped in our white-picket fence

Like ornaments

So comfortable, we're livin' in a bubble, bubble

So comfortable, we cannot see the trouble, trouble

Are you lonely

Up there in Eutopia?

Where nothing will ever be enough

Enough, enough

So comfortable, we're livin' in a bubble, bubble

So comfortable, we cannot see the trouble, trouble

So put your rose-colored glasses on

And party on

Turn it up, it's your favorite song

Dance, dance, dance to the distortion

Turn it up, keep it on repeat

Stumbling around like a wasted zombie

Yeah, we think we're free

Drink, this one's on me

We're all chained to the rhythm

To the rhythm, to the rhythm

Are we tone deaf?

Keep sweeping it under the mat

Thought we could do better than that

I hope we can

So comfortable, we're livin' in a bubble, bubble

So comfortable, we cannot see the trouble, trouble

So put your rose-colored glasses on

And party on

It goes on and on and on