Can't Cool Down - The Alter Boys

The icebox is locked and I can’t cool down

It’s Louisiana hot — old dog in a new town

Round midnight why can’t the light be found

Got me poundin' on the pavement wrestlin' with the ground

Sharkskin in a pig pen stirrin' up a sound

Pawn shop stacks a box of .45 rounds

Got a code to uphold contractually bound

Said the icebox is locked and I can’t cool down

Icebox is locked and I cannot cool down

Plastic palm trees and conspiracies dot the grassy knoll

The icebox is locked and I can’t cool down

Got both barrels cocked and a young blood hound

There’s an old butchers block where you pay by the pound

And the homecoming queen’s waiting tables in her own crown

Belly up to the bar to buy the first round

Bartender surrenders says we’re in a dry town

Son we can’t serve you here he said with a frown

Because the icebox is locked so you can’t cool down

Icebox locked and I cannot cool down

Umbrella drinks and cheap cigars while hot tub bubbles roll

Icebox locked and I cannot cool down

Plastic palm trees and conspiracies dot the grassy knoll

Born of this world of hate — Born of an orphaned throne

Born without a faith — Born of a broken home

Belly to the bar dark in the block

Draw an ace from the top of the stack