Mr. Mr. - Dead Sara

Hey, Mr. Mr.

What bothers me is you, you

Hanging around this world alone, and I feel the blues, blues

When I’m talking about it

Nowhere just thinking about it

Hell, I’m fine here

Drinking my wine, my life

And what could be worse is long gone by

When I know in my heart in my head I can do without

In my lungs — in my hands

The heavy eyes of a jealous man

This is everything I’ve known

What do I really have to offer?

Nothing, nothing

Hey, Mr. Mr.

It bothers me that you, you

Hanging around this world, spinning around

And I feel the blues

When I’m thinking about it

Nowhere just talking about it

Hell, I’m fine here

Drinking my wine, my life

And what could be worse is long gone by

When I know in my heart in my head I can do without

In my lungs — in my hands

The heavy eyes of a jealous man

This is everything I’ve known

What do I really have to offer?

What do I — what do I?

Nothing

(It spins around, it spins around, it spins around — this world)

Hey, Mr. Mr.

It bothers me

And around this world, there’s a lonely girl

Who never knows

Motherfucker, it’s my attitude that bothers you

When I know in my heart in my head I can do without

In my lungs — in my hands

The heavy eyes of a jealous man

This is everything I’ve known

What do I really have to offer?

Nothing at all, nothing at all