We’re too cool to be tender, it’s true.
I got one eye on myself when I look at you.
And you laugh and say, “Why am I kissing you?”
The corporations told us to revolt
To be ourselves and rock the vote
But somehow they still got us by the throat
We’re too cool to be tender, it’s true.
We watch TV as darkness fills the room.
And we want to say what we don’t want to.
It’s so passé to want a better world;
The laughter flies before the flag’s unfurled.
And you wonder who sorts the swine from pearls?
We’re too cool to be tender it’s true
I say you’re an angel dressed in powder blue
You say that you’re rubber and I am glue
You say I’m a Jack whose bean crops always fail
I say you’re a Jill without a pail
But I feel like Ahab without a whale
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