COVERED IN COOL
In the dungeons of dance, in the halls of glass & chrome
we never slow down, we never go home.
We´ve all been students of the Brian Jones School
at parties we drag bodies from our swimming pool

It´s a wonder we´re so young it´s a marvel we´re covered in cool

We´re crawling out the make-up, oozing out the ground
No time for paranoia, we´re too busy looking ´round
If we ever have the time we´ll look back on this buzz
we´ll remember how it felt doing what debris does

It´s a wonder we´re so young it´s a marvel we´re covered in cool

We party, we party all night long
we party, & we never stop.

"...& when we´d screwed down the volume & put some sight into our eyes
we were amazed to see the future coming at us clockwise..."
with intese observation & a taste for the obscure
we´ve dabbled in so much dreaming, real life´s become a blur
something keeps slipping, things are not what they seem
but then we´re off like boilers, thundering like steam...

It´s a wonder we´re so young it´s a marvel we´re covered in cool


Words & Music: Herbie Parkin

Copyright 1992 Room Service Music
Used by kind permission.