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?