[Verse 1] They built them a paradise, safe from all harm, Where the food never ran short, nor water ran dry. With no need to struggle, no cause for alarm, Under blue painted ceilings and limitless sky.

[Verse 2] First came the plenty, and soon came the crowds, Together they clustered, yet alone in their minds. Isolation set in under soft painted clouds, In quiet desperation, their purpose declined.

[Chorus] Oh, the mice had no trouble, no hunger nor pain, But deep in abundance, their spirits withdrew. And nobody noticed till nothing remained, They called it the Mouse Utopia Blues.

[Verse 3] Young ones forgotten, abandoned, forlorn, Mothers indifferent, their gaze turned away. Males lost in shadows, no reason to mourn, As social bonds faded, day after day.

[Verse 4] The beautiful ones drifted silent and cold, With fur neatly groomed and eyes empty and still. Their stories forgotten, their dreams left untold, In gardens of plenty, they'd lost every will.

[Chorus] Oh, the mice had no trouble, no hunger nor pain, But deep in abundance, their spirits withdrew. And nobody noticed till nothing remained, They called it the Mouse Utopia Blues.

[Bridge] When paradise crumbles from having too much, When hearts become empty from wanting for none. The price of abundance is losing the touch, Of living together, beneath the same sun.

[Verse 5] So the numbers fell slowly, with silence profound, Till echoes were whispers in chambers of stone. A lesson forgotten, though clearly profound, That nobody thrives if they're too much alone.

[Chorus] Oh, the mice had no trouble, no hunger nor pain, But deep in abundance, their spirits withdrew. And nobody noticed till nothing remained, They called it the Mouse Utopia Blues.