Derrick Procell - No More Cool

"Clothes in the closet up in smoke
Panic in the hallway, you stop to choke
I got my plan, I don't know about you
I make a run if it's the last thing I do

We're in the cinder; we're down to dust
All alone, there's no one to trust
Flames are gettin' higher, nowhere to turn
Temperatures rising; you know you're gonna burn

Watch it on the T.V., read it in the news
Talk it on the telephone; scrape it off your shoes
Call me a liar; call me a fool
The world's on fire, there's no more cool
World's on fire, there's no more cool

People goin' crazy, people goin' mad
You can't find your baby, wish you had 'Cause it's hot as a pistol
Yeah we're under the gun
World's on fire and there's nowhere to run

We're in the cinder; we're down to dust
All alone, there's no one to trust
Flames are gettin' higher, nowhere to turn
Temperatures rising; you know you're gonna burn
Watch it on the T.V., read it in the news
Talk it on the telephone, scrape it off your shoes
Call me a liar; call me a fool
The world's on fire, there's no more cool
World's on fire, there's no more cool

We're in the cinder; we're down to dust
All alone, there's no one to trust
Flames are gettin' higher, nowhere to turn
Temperatures rising; you know you're gonna burn

Watch it on the T.V., read it in the news
Talk it on the telephone; scrape it off your shoes
Call me a liar; call me a fool
The world's on fire, there's no more cool
World's on fire, there's no more cool
World's on fire, there's no more cool
World's on fire, there's no more cool

Written by:
DERRICK H PROCELL, PERRY M LAMEK

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Lyrics © WHIRLED MUSIC PUBLISHING

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