Kombucha Blues

All the trendy causes that you wear
Like the flower crowns wasting their hair
Stay woke, keep looking down

And all the abstract authors that you read
All so relevant, so interesting
Yet you're looking to the ground

I think you're struck with Kombucha Blues
Because you're really nothing new
You're so self-centered that you can hardly see
That your words are so esoteric and have no meaning
Yet you're looking down on me

Hey, oh!
Hey, oh!
Hey!
Hey, oh!
Hey, oh!
Hey!

Well, I was (?) and wondering
Who do you think you are
I know your time is precious
But do you even have a heart?
Oh, all your fancy art
Oh, all the fancy art
I can't have an opinion, I forgot
Oh, I know you're struck with Kombucha Blues
Because you're really nothing new
Oh you pay no attention to friendly smile
Do you realize I'm an artist and I fit your vibe
And you're looking right at me

Hey!
Hey, oh!
Hey, oh!
Hey!
Hey, oh!
Hey, oh!
Hey!

When it all falls down
When it all falls down
When it all falls down
Whoa, whoa

Don't you get so tired tryin' to change yourself
Gotta fit in with the culture, they don't need your help
Oh, but now we'll just assume that this phase will pass real soon
And you're just another case
Of Kombucha Blues!

Hey, oh!
Hey, oh!
Hey!
Hey, oh!
Hey, oh!
Hey!



Credits
Writer(s): Felix Matthew Rabito
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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