Song Length |
2:38 |
Genre |
Rock - Alternative, Blues - Rock |
Tempo |
Floating |
| |
Lyrics
Cool Your Jets
Cool your jets,
And simmer down.
We got all damn night
To work shrit out.
I swear it gets easier,
When the body releases,
All the poisions and the points of view
it puts in you?
And you begin to itch.
You scratch your nose,
You rake your head.
You?re telling me,
That you?re not here.
You?re running scared,
You?re running blind.
But can?t you see,
There aint nothing behind?
Except the itch.
C Rudy Karkosak 2004