There’s a bubble in a land of thorns
There’s a window of escape you can’t reach

Over there they don’t really seem to care
Over here we won’t listen can we only teach
But if you can then we think you can’t
You think you won’t so let’s give it a try
Let’s cut you down then build you up high

There’s a thorn in a land of bubbles
There’s no other place it would rather be
Popping anything that gets real near it
If it could only, only see

Over there they really seem to care
Over here we’ll listen start your speech
But if you can then we think you can’t
You think you won’t so let’s give it a try
Let’s cut you down then build you up high
Seize him!

No you don’t understand
I was put in the wrong land wrong land!
I’m not a weed
Just a rose growing in the wrong field

I’m about to pop yield, yield, yield, yield
Yield, yield, yield, yield, yield, yield!
Time to know the moral of this story
Are you a bubble drifting in a land of thorns?
Or are you clawing in a land of bubbles?
Are you clawing in a land of bubbles?
Are you clawing in a land of bubbles?
Are you clawing in a land of bubbles?