Bubbles

Bubbles!
You fill your glass up with bubbles
and drink your way into trouble
until you spill like a puddle
upon the floor.

Here we are
in another bar,
playin' the same,
same old games.

Here we are
in another bar,
playin' the same,
same old games.

Here we are
in another bar,
playin' the same,
same old games.

Bubbles!
You fill your glass up with bubbles
and drink your way into trouble.
I found you under the rubble
of a metaphor.

Can't you see that you are going crazy,
that your head is full of bubbles?
Can't you see that you are going crazy,
that your head is full of bubbles?
Can't you see that you are going crazy,
that your head is full of bubbles?
Can't you see that you are going crazy,
that your head is full of bubbles?

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This song is performed by Electric Factory.