I try to think why I drink...
I had to drink so I could think
The spirits are calling the lush in me
Hey, I'm heading home...
After one more last one
I'll spit out the night's memories...
I'm so cool it hurts

I'm so cool it hurts...
I'm so cool it hurts...
I'm so cool it hurts...
I'm so cool

A sip led to a swallow...
That led to my next twelve bottles
And the sun was just rising for work
My kid says he doesn't know me...
How can he when I don't know myself
My wife has penned me the king of jerks
I'm so cool it hurts

I'm so cool it hurts...
I'm so cool it hurts...
I'm so cool it hurts...
I'm so cool

Living in El Banos...
Whiskey in my chalice...
My head hung over the throne

Trying to figure out what's going wrong...

I'm so cool it hurts...
I'm so cool it hurts...
I'm so cool it hurts...

God, help me...
I'm so tired...
of being cool.

Lyrics: Slade
Music: Slade/ Kip


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