Black silk stockings
Ready for rockin’ that’s all your mamma needs…
to get close to dying overboiled and frying
you’re all she ever wanted to be
Gonna spread your wings and do wicket little things
Almost ready to fly
into the night and take a careful bite of what is never forseen

Mother tries buying off the lord
Beggin’ for guidance and your soul
But you got fire inside your brain
And that’s as cool as it gets

Every time she hears a knock
it’s more than more enough
to feel paranoid again
Might be Frankie…
Maybe bad Johnny filing nails ready to sin
Give a little give – give a little take
mamma’s back on her knees
You’re so exited
Illuminated and lighted up like a Christmas tree

Mother keeps tryin’ to inspire the Lord
Begging for guidance and your soul
But you got fire inside your brain
Yeah and that’s as cool as it gets

Right from the slow you’re ridin’ in the fastest lane
Ain’t no turnin’ round to where you’ve always been
Take my advice that this whole life is nothin’ but a loneley game
Just go ahead
Go ahead tonight’s your night baby!

Right from the start you’re headin’ for the fastest lane
Ain’t no turnin’ back to where you’ve always been
Take my advice that this whole life is nothin’ but a loneley game
Just go ahead
Go ahead tonight’s your night baby!

Cool as it gets
Cool as it gets
Cool as it gets
Cool as it gets
Cool as it gets
Cool as it gets