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
'Cause we're happening
We're happening
We're happening
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?