Chillers

Boomers on their boulevards spitting at the sky Thought they'd get to go there like Armstrong in '69 Now it's falling in its jealousy screaming Acid rain, acid took you out School kids put your LSD where your mouth is Hey! Love, how love, could you do this to me? Hey! Love, how love, could you do this to me? Hey! Love, how love, could you do this to me? Hey! Love, how love, could you do this to me? And the chillers in their villas in Hollywood are waking up Throwing stones at each other's windows Why worry about the weather or nuclear weapons When they can eat for free on a black card at Nando's Play nice! Suck it up, you could be sitting eating chicken wings with your heroes Chillers in the villas go up your spine They're using it as the industry's backbone Hey! Love, how love, could you do this to me? Hey! Love, how love, could you do this to me? Hey! Love, how love, could you do this to me? Hey! Love, how love, could you do this to me? And the chillers in their villas in Hollywood are waking up And throwing stones at each other's windows Chillers in their villas in Hollywood are waking up And throwing bricks at each other's egos Chillers in art school are waking up with dreams Bigger than a salary at HMIC though Chillers in their villas in hollywood Chillers in their villas in hollywood Hey! Love, how love? Chillers in their villas in Hollywood Hey! Love, how love? Chillers in their villas in Hollywood Hey! Love, how love? Chillers in their villas in Hollywood Hey! Love, how love? Chillers in their villas in Hollywood Hey! Love, how love?