Chillers

boomers on their boulevards spitting at the sky
thought they'd get to go their like Armstrong in '69
now it's falling in, youth's jealousy screaming
acid rain, acid talk
you art 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
and 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
the chillers in their villas, they've got 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 the salary at HMRC though
chillers in their villas in Hollywood
chillers in their villas in Hollywood

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?
Hey! Love, how love?