Harlem Shakes Follow

You wake wide-eyed and dumb your hopes they tick your feelings hum,
They've got you by the thumbs, skin swells like summer plums
Alone, sixteen, and stoned; CD's so true, they sag your bones,
How does he know how it goes, Isn't he from Belleville,
Well I'll be from Belleville too

How you spied on the grown and heard their secret singing,
In the church, in the bed,
All alone all unknown you'd shake the devil's hand to,
See if your skinned turned red

If your skin's too thin to know about it (Ahhh AHHH ah ahhhhh)
Yeah we're all too young to know about it (Ahhh AHHH ah ahhhhh)
Gotta sing your sings and go about it (Ahhh AHHH ah ahhhhh)

You trek dazzled through dust you feel your feelings start to rust,
And no one even cares, that you don't even care
Sleep-addled sun-drunk you'd trade experience for some luck
And that for heat from an old flame, that you lost like a baby tooth

Now you're grown, all alone, you do your secret singing,
In some bars, in a bed,
All alone all unknown you'd shake the devil's hand to,
See if he turned you dead

If your skin's too thin to know about it (Ahhh AHHH ah ahhhhh)
Yeah we're all too young to know about it (Ahhh AHHH ah ahhhhh)
Gotta sing your sings and go about it (Ahhh AHHH ah ahhhhh)

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahhhhhh AAAhhhhh (continues)
WooooaaahhhhhAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHooooooooooaahhhhhhhhh
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ahh
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ahhhhhh