Sangtekst: Local H. Pack Up The Cats. Cool Magnet.

Standing at the edge of something
Where discussions are like concussions
Whisper in my ear cigarettes and beer
They don't call me cool for nothing

Too cool for school, nobody's fool
Screw all the rules my mind's abused
Not quite amused I'm just confused, yeah
Comes so easily

When everything you want is suspect
Attracted to the cool magnet
Only adding to the confusion
Dillusions are like illusions

I haven't got the heart to tell them all apart
I think I might need a transfusion

Too cool for that a cataract, a triple sec
Don't get upset we're to exact
Forget the facts, yeah
Comes so easily

When everything you want is suspect
Attracted to the cool magnet