The Death of the Cool - Simply Red

My shyness, my misunderstood

My misunderstanding

My destiny is grounded, by confounding weights

As Hollywood greats inspire me to keep my body whole

Since 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 cool

We 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 all

Since 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 cool

Quotes like «buddy I blew you up, gave you a condom»

Do you really need to learn to save a human?

We could all be blamed

Buddy I blew you up

The death of the cool