My shy­ness, my misunderstood
My misunderstanding
My des­tiny is groun­ded, by con­found­ing weights
As Hol­ly­wood greats inspire me to keep my body whole

Since I’ve been the mas­ter of low expectations
Aren’t you humans sup­posed to look like me?

Quotes like “buddy I blew you up
Then gave you a band aid”
Pseudo spir­itu­al kebababallah’s we can all be fooled
It’s the death of the cool
The death of the cool

We got fakirs, false proph­ets and fools
And phoney saint saviours
Fame’s pick me up gets drowned in
Pop’s twinkle and dreams torn at the seams
It can leave you with noth­ing left at all

Since we’re the believ­ers with tall expectations
Can’t you humans come have a laugh with me?

Quotes like “buddy I screwed you up, made you the new slave
The fast­est grow­ing guru in the mar­ket place of happiness
We can all be saved
“Buddy I blew you up, gave you a band aid”
Do you really need to learn to be a human?
We can all be shamed
Its the death of the cool
The death of the cool

Quotes like “buddy I blew you up, gave you a condom”
Do you really need to learn to save a human?
We could all be blamed

Buddy I blew you up
The death of the cool
(repeat)

Cred­its

Words: Huck­nall Music: Hucknall/Kirkham
Pub­lished by EMI Songs Ltd/ Copy­right Control
Pro­duced by Mick Hucknall
Recor­ded at Home by Michael Zim­mer­ling and Andy Scade

Oth­er Info

This track is on the Stay album (2007)