Cool Pants

Ooooh — yeah!
Ooooh — yeah!
Hey he looks good and he looks fine
And in, And in his step and stare well he’s got the time
And he sits up there way far from view
But you can count on it the world it comes to you
Black curtain in the dead of the night
Blood teeth I swear were coming alive
Around the sounds are starting to sweat
The hounds of hell
When everything was right
He used to love his life
Hey mister cool boy slow down
Hey mister cool boy slow down
Hey he looks good and he looks fine
And in, And in his step and stare well he’s got the time
And he sits up there on his phone
But you would never, never know how he’s so alone
Black curtain in the dead of the night
Blood teeth I swear were coming alive
Around the sounds are starting to sweat
The hounds of hell
When everything was right
He used to love his life
Hey mister cool boy slow down
Hey mister cool boy slow down
Hey mister cool boy slow down
Hey mister cool boy slow down
Oh
Ooh
Oooh
Oooh — Yeah
OooOoooh — Yeah