The Chill is Gone
What time are we on? Always!
Pardon me, fellas, couldn’t help overhearing
My name’s Sneaky Pete, big time talent agent
I’m here at the festival with
One of the other acts
I just had to come over here and ask
Have you guys ever thought
Of…forming a boy band? A boy band?
I’m serious why would we form a boy band
You two have got the fucking look
You’ve got the look you’ve got the look
Oh look out now, look out now
This is the last passion of
The Christ on the crutch sliced up the dutch
Fill it with the fruit of your
Labor once it’s ripe enough
I know, brother, time’s are tough
New times same as the old times
OC said "Time’s Up"
I told the piper that you’re already paid up
But the venom from the viper
Made you morally bankrupt
Now face the breakup
A total waste of make-up
A kitchen in disarray
A tornado of plates and cups
Save some stuff for the getaway
Say good luck if nothing
Else ‘cause everything else?
You said it anyway
Help is on it's way in the
Form of a storm chaser
A drama magnet in a bomber jacket
A lawbreaker
A tax fraud lookin’ for poor
Labor and cheap thrills
One cup of coffee shared between
Two with free refills
I am motherfucker, stand there and suffer
Take it like scrap metal
Your mouth needs a man cover
Because the chill is gone the chill is gone
The chill is gone the chill is gone
The chill was never here, I know
The chill was never here, I know
The chill was never here, I know
You’ve got the look
Because the chill is gone the chill is gone
The chill is gone the chill is gone
The chill was never here, I know
The chill was never here, I know
The chill was never here you’ve got the look
Don’tchu never ever pull my lever
Back in the barber chair
Fuckin’ up your market share
Everybody wanna build, most lack the hardware
Go against the grain or go insane
To save a pop career
When it all falls down promise
Y’all are not prepared
I’mma stop ya there
Rocket chairs droppin’ outta space
Beard Men audition tape for Amazing Race
Gotta race never made it out the gate
Play anyway
Rebel to the game, road warrior renegade
Step away from the leopard cage
Aim for better days
Ungovernable, there’s trouble you
Can escalate step in ways to edge your neck
Help you get in better shape
Who the hell are they? EBM
Tell a friend tell an enemy
We regenerate, deep in record crates
Keepin’ freakin' hella late
MMA was a popular sport and it still is
So don’t get thrown in chokehold submissions
When the chill is gone the chill is gone
The chill is gone the chill is gone
The chill was never here, I know
The chill was never here, I know
Don’tchu never ever…pull my
You’ve got the look
The chill is gone the chill is gone
The chill is gone the chill is gone
The chill was never here, I know
The chill was never here
Don'tchu never ever pull my lever
'Cause I explode
Then it goes to your favorite writer
Directin’ them pretty clothes
It shows you gold I exceed!
I’m tryin’ to plank on these beats
Until you spillin’ the street grillin’ police
No weak excuse
Don’tchu know you’re supposed to
Motivate the crowd
Make opponents shake the ground
Overtake the crown execute
With the finely calibrated agitated
Photo by crew who prove
The chill is gone the chill is gone
The chill is gone the chill is gone
The chill was never here where’d it go?
The chill was never here where’d it go?
Don’tchu never ever…pull my
You’ve got the look
The chill is gone the chill is gone
The chill is gone
The chill is gone (You’ve got the look)
The chill was never here where’d it go?
The chill was never here where’d it go?
Never ever…pull my lever
Alright guys call me (Okay)
Take my card (yeah) , I’m serious
You’ve got the look!
Yeah, man, alright alright
You’ve got the look! I mean…Timberlake
You’ve got the look! You’ve got the look!
Boy band…you gotta be… i dunno, man
No, you CAN’T join the band aight
I retract the invitation
This is our gentle foray
Into TOXIC masculinity we are a MAN band
EPIC kicks your face mAN’s your life
Band let’s go
One more time you’ve got the look!
