Ya Hey

Oh, sweet thing
Zion doesn’t love you
And babylon don’t love you
But you love everything

Oh, you saint
America don’t love you
So I could never love you
In spite of everything

In the dark of this place
There’s the glow of your face
There’s the dust on the screen
Of this broken machine

And I can’t help but feel that I made some mistake
But I let it go

(YA HEY, YA HEY, YA HEY)

CHORUS:

Through the fire and through the flames
(YA-HEY, YA-HEY)
You won’t even say your name
(YA-HEY, YA-HEY)
Through the fire and through the flames
You won’t even say your name
Only I am that I am

But who could ever live that way? (YA-HEY, YA-HEY)

Oh,
The motherland don’t love you
The fatherland don’t love you
So why love anything?

Oh, good God
The faithless, they don’t love you
The zealous hearts don’t love you
And that’s not gonna change

All the cameras and files
All the paranoid style
All the tension and fear
Of a secret career
And I think in your heart
That you see the mistakes
But you let it go

(YA-HEY, YA-HEY, YA-HEY)

CHORUS

Outside the tents
On the festival grounds
As the air began to cool
And the sun went down
My soul swooned as I faintly heard the sound
Of you spinning “Israelites” into “19th Nervous Breakdown”

CHORUS


Music by Ezra Koenig, Rostam Batmanglij, Chris Tomson and Chris Baio / Lyrics by Ezra Koenig / Produced by Rostam Batmanglij and Ariel Rechtshaid


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