Was so sick and so tired, Of being trapped in a bubble, With the same kinda people, Yeah, stuck beneath the rubble, yeah, Grown up thinking I wasn't A4, Got out, realised I was fine, You all were the weird ones, Messin' with this head o'mine. Bubble boy, popped, Got out before you knew it, and I- stopped, for a moment, thought, How the hell did I get through it, And I know you all think you're livin' all right, and I'm not the one to judge, but ye're hanging on tight, to your old ideas that your grandpappy told ya, And to that I'll put my middlefinger up and say, See ya! Outsiders beware, cuz everybody's scared, If they haven't seen your face, you better be prepared, yeah, clingin' to traditions that they barely understand, and impressin' some graves and before you know it, you're banned. Conform or you're done, No art and no fun, If they didn't have it in the thirties, Then boy, then boy, then boy, ya gotta run, Bubble boy, popped, Got out before you knew it, and I- stopped, for a moment, thought, How the hell did I get through it, And I know you all think you're livin' all right, and I'm not the one to judge, but ye're hanging on tight, to your old ideas that your grandpappy told ya, And to that I'll put my middlefinger up and say, See ya! Of course you're still a part of me, It's the things I don't want anyone to see, Kicked the ground behind me rapidly, Made the sand hit your eyes and I did it purposefully My feet hit the ground, yeah What a wonderful sound, yeah, Could almost float in the air, Knowing I was leaving elsewhere, yeah, Sorry I disappointed you, but I impressed myself, Despite expectations, I, escaped, from, hell... Bubble boy, popped, Got out before you knew it, and I- stopped, for a moment, thought, How the hell did I get through it, And I know you all think you're livin' all right, and I'm not the one to judge, but ye're hanging on tight, to your old ideas that your grandpappy told ya, And to that I'll put my middlefinger up and say, See ya! Bubble boy, popped, Got out before you knew it, and I- stopped, for a moment, thought, How the hell did I get through it, And I know you all think you're livin' all right, and I'm not the one to judge, but ye're hanging on tight, to your old ideas that your grandpappy told ya, And to that I'll put my middlefinger up and say, See ya! Bubble boy, popped!
