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