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!