Let's get funky, Jim.
Yeah.
All right,
let's look it up.
You keep on running from the danger
Though I can see it's in your head
Every time that you feel a rush of blood
Your heart turns to steel
There it is.
You keep on finding all these reasons
Though I can see you've lost your faith
All the noise that you break The discourse that leaves a bitter taste
Mmm,
no,
trust Don't make it real for me
Everybody falls into it Everybody makes a escape
All right,
London, it's a Friday night, no excuses.
Come on, BBs, let's hype them up, BBs.
Point at someone.
Come on.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Lift
me up, music, please.
You keep on finding all these reasons
Though I can see you've lost your faith
All the noise that you break
The discourse that leaves a bitter taste
Though you keep trying to be faithful When they keep pushing me away
All the time that you break The discourse that leaves a bitter taste
Oh,
no,
trust
Don't make it real for me
Everybody falls into it Everybody
makes a escape Living our fantasies,
oh
We're making it real for me Everybody falls into
it Sometimes make mistakes Living our fantasies
Okay.
Successful.
Hey.
Come on, guys.
Sing it.
It's joyful.
Trust
Don't make it real for me
Everybody falls into it
Everybody makes a escape
Living our fantasies, oh
We're making it real for me
Everybody falls into it
Sometimes make mistakes
Oh, no,
trust
Don't make it real for me
Everybody falls into it
Everybody makes a escape
Living our fantasies, oh
We're making it real for me
Everybody falls into it
Sometimes make mistakes
Jimmy, play the drums!
Come on, Jimmy.
Come on, Jimmy.
Woo! Woo!