You gotta play it cool, real cool You gotta let frustration be a friend to you And rejoice young man in your youth Said you gotta play it cool, real cool You gotta let misfortune be a friend to you And rejoice young man in your youth
My best friend died tonight, he didn’t make sixteen So I’m gonna raise hell tonight like you wouldn’t believe From Paris to Athens to the Barbary heat Gonna take my revenge take it out on the streets Gonna burn down my house, gonna light up the sky If you’re killed by the cops you deserve to die I think I’m through..
You gotta play it cool, real cool You gotta let frustration be a friend to you And rejoice young man in your youth Dancing to the killer sounds, killer sounds The rhythm of the gun, ammunition rounds Turn me on, turn me in, turn him loose..
My best friend died tonight, he took his own life He fought a war but he survived, then couldn’t deal with life You’re a hero in hell but a problem at home A killing machine now stuck in the wrong hole You end up inside then out on the street You sold all your medals to make some ends meet Well thank you son!
You gotta play it cool, real cool You gotta let frustration be a friend to you And rejoice young man in your youth Dancing to the killer sounds, killer sounds The rhythm of the gun, ammunition rounds Make the choice, turn him in, turn him loose..
You gotta play it cool…
Keep your head down brother!
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