Verses: 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