It’s Not Cool Lyrics

Stingray relates to bomb days,
So hello mayday,
It takes cash to be the best.
And somewhere around the hillsides,
We seem to eat lies;
They say "we're better than the rest."

Big plans on leather book hands,
Will defy stands,
They know words we'll never own.
And great strides were made by hard eyes,
But at the same time
They might be dumber than you think.

And so they say we were playing on the radio.
We should swallow up our pride and save a child by being stereo.

It's not cool to send babies off to school.
They run out of gas too fast, then they die.
It's not cool to send babies off to school.
They run out of gas too fast, then they die.
You've got to wait a while longer before you put them in school, because babies dying young ain't cool.

It's not cool to send babies off to school.
They run out of gas too fast, then they die.
It's not cool to send babies off to school.
They run out of gas too fast, then they die.
You've got to wait a while longer before you put them in school,
Because babies dying young ain't cool.