I let it go, oh didn't i say so,
Yeah you should know, its no thanks to you though
When i go out, you dont really get it
It freaks you out, but only cause you let it
Well the dumb industry blokes (or birds?), spread shirts, firm punks
The raga-rich boys making poor boys noise
The living dead ain't down on luck
Don't pretend you don't give a fuck
'Cause we're happening
We're happening
We're happening