Post - Cool

I wear my sunglasses all of the time

Even in the shower

Each time you picture it, it gives me a little hit

Of arcane power

I’m currently embroiled in several different court proceedings

They keep stealing my likeness to sell liquor, pills and speeding

I smiled once when I was seven, but never again

Oh my god it’s like supposed to be ironic

Do you not get it?

Cool is dead

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Cool is dead

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I started a cult by accident

It was pretty far out

Until a crowd of eighteen thousand

turned up to my house

They clamored at my front door

Wanted to know what I believe in

I said I don’t believe in anything

Believing is for heathens

Conviction is so last year

It’s cringe to be devout

If you never stand for anything

No one will ever catch you out

They smiled to each other

Not a thing left to say

Got on fixie bicycles

And went to become DJs

Omg it’s like supposed to be ironic

Do you not get it?

Cool is dead

This is post cool

Cool is dead

This is post cool

Cool is dead

This is post cool

Cool is dead

This is post cool

Some people might say that I’m a visionary

Some people might say that I’m a visionary

Cool is dead

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Cool is dead

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Cool is dead

This is post cool

Cool is dead

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