Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Adam Hann
Adam Hann
Lead Guitar
Ross MacDonald
Ross MacDonald
Bass Guitar
George Daniel
George Daniel
Drums
Matty Healy
Matty Healy
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Hann
Adam Hann
Songwriter
George Daniel
George Daniel
Songwriter
Matty Healy
Matty Healy
Songwriter
Ross MacDonald
Ross MacDonald
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The 1975
The 1975
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, so far, it's alright Alright, baby Yeah, so far, it's alright Alright, baby Yeah, so far, it's alright Alright, baby Yeah, so far, it's alright Alright Yeah, it's the way we are We were smoking by 11 And knocking 'round town Beat 'em ups on my arm We were never good at selling Couldn't cut down And I stay with my father While his friends die of heart attacks He's got a heart made of stone But he never gets cold 'Cause the sun's always on his back "I used to think you were cool I believed you had a wonderful vision But I soon found out you're a terrible friend And your mother's on the television" Give's a go on your bike How you getting along with your life? It's alright Yeah, it's alright Yeah, so far, it's alright Alright, baby Yeah, so far, it's alright Alright, baby Yeah, so far, it's alright Alright, baby Yeah, so far, it's alright Alright, baby "Oh, well, I'm coming to the end of 23" She said, "Is that alright?" "And it's coming to the end of you and me" She said, "Is that alright?" And how can you complain about life And talk about being bored? If you just sit at Pete's house Playing video games Doing sniff that you can't afford? I can't be picking up in the town So get me one off Adam if he's sorting you out I don't really care what all your friends were about I was always looking for a way to get out It's just a reflection on the size of your house A silver spoon and a zoot in your mouth But you're alright Yeah, it's alright Yeah, so far, it's alright Alright, baby Yeah, so far, it's alright Alright, baby Yeah, so far, it's alright Alright, baby Yeah, so far, it's alright Alright So here we are It's quarter to 11 We're knocking 'round town I'm pushing in, in the bar You can cry until 11 It's a quarter of an hour And why stay if you hate it so much? You think you're well cool You just write about sex and killing yourself And how you hardly ever went to school And don't you want to take me up in the clouds? Pretend that I'm the one and you can show me about? She was talking marriage so we had to get out Now he's making up for it by sleeping about The ultimatum's a ridiculous joke I'm gonna pick the option that allows me to smoke But I'm alright Yeah, it's alright Yeah, so far, it's alright Alright, baby Yeah, so far, it's alright Alright, baby Yeah, so far, it's alright Alright, baby Yeah, so far, it's alright Alright, baby
Writer(s): Matthew Healy, Ross Macdonald, Adam Hann, George Daniel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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