Letra de The Death of the Cool (Live at the Royal Albert Hall)
My shyness, my misunderstood My misunderstanding My destiny is grounded, by confounding weights As Hollywood greats inspire me to keep my body wholeSince I've been the master of low expectations Aren't you humans supposed to look like me?Quotes like "buddy I blew you up Then gave you a band aid" Pseudo spiritual kebababallah's we can all be fooled It's the death of the cool The death of the coolWe got fakirs, false prophets and fools And phoney saint saviours Fame's pick me up gets drowned in Pop's twinkle and dreams torn at the seams It can leave you with nothing left at allSince we're the believers with tall expectations Can't you humans come have a laugh with me?Quotes like "buddy I screwed you up, made you the new slave The fastest growing guru in the market place of happiness We can all be saved "Buddy I blew you up, gave you a band aid" Do you really need to learn to be a human? We can all be shamed Its the death of the cool The death of the coolQuotes like "buddy I blew you up, gave you a condom" Do you really need to learn to save a human? We could all be blamedBuddy I blew you up The death of the cool