Chained To The Rhythm piano leadsheet with chords

Are we crazy?

Living our lives through a lens.

Trapped in our white picket fence like ornaments.

So comf'table we're living in a bubble,

bubble. So comf'table we cannot see the trouble,

trouAren't you lonely?

Keep Up there in Utopia,

where nothing will ever be enough,

happily numb.

So comf'table we're living in a bubble,

bubble. So comf'table we cannot see the trouble,

trouble. So put your rosecolored glasses on

and party on.

Turn it up, it's your fav'rite song.

Dance, dance, dance to the distortion.

Turn it up, keep it on repeat,

stumbling around like a wasted zombie.

Yeah, we think we're free.

Drink, this one's on me.

We're all chained to the rhythm,

to the rhythm, to the rhythm.

Turn it up, it's your fav'rite song.

Dance, dance, dance to the distortion.

Turn it up, keep it on repeat,

stumbling around like a wasted zombie.

Yeah, we think we're free.

Drink, this one's on me.

We're all chained to the rhythm,

to the rhythm, to the rhythm.

Are we tonedeaf?

Keep sweeping it under the mat.

where Thought we could do better than that.

I hope we can.

So comf'table we're living in a bubble,

bubble. So comf'table we cannot see the trouble,

trouble. So put your rosecolored glasses on

and party on.

Turn it up, it's your fav'rite song.

Dance, dance, dance to the distortion.

Turn it up, keep it on repeat,

stumbling around like a wasted zombie.

Yeah, we think we're free.

Drink, this one's on me.

We're all chained to the rhythm,

to the rhythm, to the rhythm.

Turn it up, it's your fav'rite song.

Dance, dance, dance to the distortion.

Turn it up, keep it on repeat,

stumbling around like a wasted zombie.

Yeah, we think we're free.

Drink, this one's on me.

We're all chained to the rhythm,

to the rhythm, to the rhythm.

Are we It is my desire:

break down the walls to connect,

inspire. Hey, up ina your high place,

liars, time is ticking for the empire.

The truth they feed is feeble as so many times before.

They greed over the people.

They stumbling and fumbling and we about to riot.

They woke up, they woke up the lions.

Turn it up, it's your fav'rite song.

Dance, dance, dance to the distortion.

Turn it up, keep it on repeat,

stumbling around like a wasted zombie.

Yeah, we think we're free.

Drink, this one's on me.

We're all chained to the rhythm,

to the rhythm, to the rhythm.

goes on and on and on.

It goes on and on and on.

It goes on and on and on.

'Cause we're all

chained to the rhythm.