SUPERCOOL

> >>À KIND OF TRAP, TRIPPED! > >>Beneath the A-bomb-blasting sun---- > >>Flowers so precious, > >>For they are the flags of God. > >>And where do I stand with God? > >>I race to escape His displeasure. > >>Prostrated on a tile floor-- > >>Marching to the corner store > >>Dressed to the nines. > >>I was a punk, > >>I am a mod > >>Living to save the ravers. > >>If I ever stop I fall into my grave. > >>Easy! > >>I can't tell, > >>Told until loveless > >>All over Supertown > >>Nothingness in the middle of everything. > >>Everywhere. All the time. > >>This is not a secret. > >>This is obvious to everyone. > >>A living moralty play all day, > >>All my life. > >>So I breathe, > >>I'm real, I'm real, > >>I love my life. > >>On earth looking at stars. > >>On drugs looking at stars. > >>We are starlets. > >>Thanks, thank you, I'm grateful. [2001]