Well by The Happy Fits Lyrics
Well
It was an enigmatic kinematic supersonic crazy commotion
Well the kids, they line the schoolyard with some fine flags ready to burn
I didn't know my music had this kind of emotion
Well we made it in our hometown but we still have many lessons to learn
Well they're yelling and they're screaming like they wanna see me dead
Telling me to sing a song I wrote inside my bed
But they won't hurt you
No no, they ain't gonna hurt you
Well we can write, write, write till the end of the night
Play the kind of music that everyone likes
And it'd be nice, nice, nice to be serving ourselves
But when I play this kind of music well I just cannot help it
Hey-ey, hey-ey. hey-ey
Hey-ey, hey-ey. hey-ey
Well
It was an enigmatic kinematic supersonic crazy commotion
The kids are in the schoolyard with some fine flags ready to burn
I didn't know my music had this kind of emotion
Made it in our hometown but we still have many lessons to learn
Well they're running and they're screaming like they wanna see me dead
Telling me to play a song I wrote inside my bed
But they won't hurt you
No, they ain't ever gonna hurt you
Well we can write, write, write till the end of the night
And we can play this kind of music that everyone likes
And it'd be nice, nice, nice to be serving ourselves
But when I play this kind of music well I just cannot help it
Hey-ey, hey-ey. hey-ey
Hey-ey, hey-ey. hey-ey
[Guitar solo]
Well they're running and they're screaming like they wanna see me dead
Telling me to play a song I wrote inside my bed
But they won't hurt you
No no, they ain't gonna hurt you
And we can jive, jive, jive till the end of the night
And we can play this kind of music and everyone laughs so
Don't be [?] tell you myself
But when I play this kind of music well I'm mostly myself
Hey-ey, hey-ey. hey-ey
Hey-ey, hey-ey. hey-ey
It was an enigmatic kinematic supersonic crazy commotion
Well the kids, they line the schoolyard with some fine flags ready to burn
I didn't know my music had this kind of emotion
Well we made it in our hometown but we still have many lessons to learn
Well they're yelling and they're screaming like they wanna see me dead
Telling me to sing a song I wrote inside my bed
But they won't hurt you
No no, they ain't gonna hurt you
Well we can write, write, write till the end of the night
Play the kind of music that everyone likes
And it'd be nice, nice, nice to be serving ourselves
But when I play this kind of music well I just cannot help it
Hey-ey, hey-ey. hey-ey
Hey-ey, hey-ey. hey-ey
Well
It was an enigmatic kinematic supersonic crazy commotion
The kids are in the schoolyard with some fine flags ready to burn
I didn't know my music had this kind of emotion
Made it in our hometown but we still have many lessons to learn
Well they're running and they're screaming like they wanna see me dead
Telling me to play a song I wrote inside my bed
But they won't hurt you
No, they ain't ever gonna hurt you
Well we can write, write, write till the end of the night
And we can play this kind of music that everyone likes
And it'd be nice, nice, nice to be serving ourselves
But when I play this kind of music well I just cannot help it
Hey-ey, hey-ey. hey-ey
Hey-ey, hey-ey. hey-ey
[Guitar solo]
Well they're running and they're screaming like they wanna see me dead
Telling me to play a song I wrote inside my bed
But they won't hurt you
No no, they ain't gonna hurt you
And we can jive, jive, jive till the end of the night
And we can play this kind of music and everyone laughs so
Don't be [?] tell you myself
But when I play this kind of music well I'm mostly myself
Hey-ey, hey-ey. hey-ey
Hey-ey, hey-ey. hey-ey