Chillers

Boomers on their boulevards
Spitting at the sky
Thought they’d get to go there
Like Armstrong in '69
Now it’s falling in
Its jealousy screaming
Acid rain, acid took you out
School kids put your LSD where your mouth is
Hey! Love, how love, could you do this to me?
Hey! Love, how love, could you do this to me?
Hey! Love, how love, could you do this to me?
Hey! Love, how love, could you do this to me?
And the chillers in their villas in Hollywood are waking up
Throwing stones at each other’s windows
Why worry about the weather or nuclear weapons
When they can eat for free on a black card at Nando’s
Play nice! Suck it up, you could be sitting eating chicken wings
With your heroes
Chillers in the villas go up your spine
They’re using it as the industry’s backbone
Hey! Love, how love, could you do this to me?
Hey! Love, how love, could you do this to me?
Hey! Love, how love, could you do this to me?
Hey! Love, how love, could you do this to me?
And the chillers in their villas in Hollywood are waking up
And throwing stones at each other’s windows
Chillers in their villas in Hollywood are waking up
And throwing bricks at each other’s egos
Chillers in art school are waking up with dreams
Bigger than a salary at HMIC though
Chillers in their villas in hollywood
Chillers in their villas in hollywood
Hey! Love, how love? Chillers in their villas in Hollywood
Hey! Love, how love? Chillers in their villas in Hollywood
Hey! Love, how love? Chillers in their villas in Hollywood
Hey! Love, how love? Chillers in their villas in Hollywood
Hey! Love, how love?