I let it go, Well didn't I say so? Yeah you should know, It's no thanks to you though. When I come out You don't really get it It freaks you out But only 'cause you let it
All the dormitory bunks split trust-fund punks So the ragga-rich boys make poor boy's noise. The living dead ain't down on luck Don't pretend you don't give a fuck
Yeah, come sit down, No I don't wanna bore you. We don't hang out, Maybe we should do. When I go out, I keep my mouth shut. I'm sweet all night, Everyone is cool but
I studied here two years ago, Do you know all the guys I know? Miles high and inches deep And that is quite an arty cliqué.
We are happening We are happening We are happening
Who are you, what do you do? Oh yeah, I like doing nothing too. Oh, all your friends like The Gang Of Four? No none of mine have ever heard 'em before
But we are happening We are happening We are happening
We are happening We are happening We are happening
We are happening We are happening Was it happening?