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