Cool Inc.

Ancient astronauts downtown at the arcade Running high scores on asteroids Are the cool kids amazed Whispering in the ear Little fat for you to chew There’s a little bit of we in each of you Be a hell of a start but straight from the heart Spinning tales like tires on a getaway car I ride the brakes you pump the gas God only knows but we all can ask So we ask and we live and we love We ask we live and we love Angels and demons They all play the same part Just smoke screens snake oil A little bomb for the house It’s a charming offensive On a well-worn arc A patina perfected An Olympian art From Olympus to Babylon To the city of light Been drowned out been dammed up Been blitzed by night We beg for answers We pray for proof We fight for fame And we bleed for the truth We all fight and we bleed and we beg and pray We bleed we beg and we pray Twentieth century still got a grip on me I can’t keep up with the wild mercury A thousand fears on the quickening pace We all got story scrawled lines in our faces In the opuses we sing And the hopefulness it bring Ringing out from the highest mountains And the soldier has the kings Calling the shots Connecting the dots The canvases might change But blood is the constant Who fought first Brought on the curse Was it just a bang Was it all rehearsed God only knows where it goes from here Where do we go from here Where we come to If we come to When we come to If we come to Where we come to Where do we go from here