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Cool It Down

Hot as hell, under the spell
Head spinning round on a carousel
Burning concrete under your feet
Radical heat, stop your heartbeat
Temper, temper don’t blow a fuse
When you break down, no you ain’t no use
If you screw up, yeah you know its true
Everybody’s gonna just step on you

You gotta try to work it out
Gotta find out find out what its all about
Gotta cool it down
Oh Yeah, oh yeah
Going down the drain
Gotta learn to tame your monkey brain
Gotta cool it down
Oh yeah, oh yeah

Electric shock, delinquent rock
At the guillotine with your head on the block
You’re getting so high that you don’t even know
Pretty soon your gonna get vertigo
Ya alienate as you deviate
All the people that used to relate
Creating the hate as you circulate
As you orchestrate, its the truth I state

You gotta try to work it out
Gotta find out find out what its all about
Gotta cool it down
Oh Yeah, oh yeah
Going down the drain
Gotta learn to tame your monkey brain
Gotta cool it down
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah

From the dirty south, with your dirty mouth
Bad attitude, gotta knock it out
Boiling point, gonna torch the joint
And no-one will hear you shout
Hazy horizon, temperature rising
Hotter everyday
Getting high on your own supply
Gonna throw it all away

You gotta try to work it out
Gotta find out find out what its all about
Gotta cool it down
Oh Yeah, oh yeah
Going down the drain
Gotta learn to tame your monkey brain
Gotta cool it down
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah

Cool it down
Don’t blow a fuse
Don’t blow a fuse
Don’t blow a fuse

Song Notes

Written and recorded for the bands fourth album Meltdown, “Cool It Down” narrowly missed the cut and was released as the B-side to the “Starcrossed” single. Mark said of the song during the writing of Meltdown:

Fast paced, pounding drums and a chorus as catchy as a world champion frisbee catcher. Destined to be a mosh pit favourite.