Ba ba bada ba ba I don't don't wanna see your face no more In fact i never want to see it again You run with a crowd who thinks its cool Thinks its cool to be dead Ba ba bada ba ba Dead Cool I can see inside your bedroom eyes I look inside all they tell are lies Ba ba bada ba ba Dead Cool I see you slip sliding around Slithering like a snake I gave you a poison apple one taste is all it takes Dead Cool
"Power-pop sleaze, glammed-up garage, raw surf and unlimited hooks with innocent self-aware knack for pop, while harnessing the spirit of pre-punk and 50's rock rebellion."-Philadelphia Weekly
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