| Song | Cool Zero |
| Artist | Pat Benatar |
| Album | Wide Awake In Dreamland |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Geraldo, Grombacher | |
| Art attacks from subway walls | |
| Sprayed like bullets into concrete face | |
| Everywhere you turn, knuckles are crackin' | |
| Suburban monkeys break ghetto habits | |
| Body guns loaded for a dime | |
| See 'em shed their celebrity skin for a life of trash and crime | |
| Cool zero, you wanna know where the wild ones go | |
| Cool zero, you wanna know where the bodies are burned | |
| Crawlin' under every rock, you gotta see what time forgot | |
| Cool zero, cool zero, cool zero | |
| Nothin' stops the hit parade | |
| Money makers will be shaken down | |
| Everywhere you go, fingers are snappin' | |
| Commercial prophets shout revolution | |
| Throwin' dirt upon a good mans name | |
| Watch 'em sell his soul for shoes and dance upon his grave | |
| Cool zero, you wanna know where the wild ones go | |
| Cool zero, you wanna know where the bodies are burned | |
| Crawlin' under every rock, you gotta see what time forgot | |
| Cool zero, cool zero, cool zero, cool zero, cool zero | |
| Cool zero, cool zero | |
| In this junk food civilization | |
| They will eat and not think twice | |
| For a dance in the dragons jaws | |
| They will gladly pay the price an' eat their fill ohh, ohh hey | |
| Headlines turn in violent day | |
| Run like blood across the printed page | |
| Everywhere you look, atoms are smashin' | |
| Politicians smilin' for the camera | |
| And the pictures make you wanna scream | |
| Maybe baby, we'll just play it cool like | |
| Elvis at 19 | |
| Cool zero, you wanna know where the wild ones go | |
| Cool zero, you wanna know where the bodies are burned | |
| Crawlin' under every rock, you gotta see what time forgot | |
| Cool zero, cool zero, cool zero, cool zero, cool zero | |
| Cool zero, cool zero |
| zuo ci : Geraldo, Grombacher | |
| Art attacks from subway walls | |
| Sprayed like bullets into concrete face | |
| Everywhere you turn, knuckles are crackin' | |
| Suburban monkeys break ghetto habits | |
| Body guns loaded for a dime | |
| See ' em shed their celebrity skin for a life of trash and crime | |
| Cool zero, you wanna know where the wild ones go | |
| Cool zero, you wanna know where the bodies are burned | |
| Crawlin' under every rock, you gotta see what time forgot | |
| Cool zero, cool zero, cool zero | |
| Nothin' stops the hit parade | |
| Money makers will be shaken down | |
| Everywhere you go, fingers are snappin' | |
| Commercial prophets shout revolution | |
| Throwin' dirt upon a good mans name | |
| Watch ' em sell his soul for shoes and dance upon his grave | |
| Cool zero, you wanna know where the wild ones go | |
| Cool zero, you wanna know where the bodies are burned | |
| Crawlin' under every rock, you gotta see what time forgot | |
| Cool zero, cool zero, cool zero, cool zero, cool zero | |
| Cool zero, cool zero | |
| In this junk food civilization | |
| They will eat and not think twice | |
| For a dance in the dragons jaws | |
| They will gladly pay the price an' eat their fill ohh, ohh hey | |
| Headlines turn in violent day | |
| Run like blood across the printed page | |
| Everywhere you look, atoms are smashin' | |
| Politicians smilin' for the camera | |
| And the pictures make you wanna scream | |
| Maybe baby, we' ll just play it cool like | |
| Elvis at 19 | |
| Cool zero, you wanna know where the wild ones go | |
| Cool zero, you wanna know where the bodies are burned | |
| Crawlin' under every rock, you gotta see what time forgot | |
| Cool zero, cool zero, cool zero, cool zero, cool zero | |
| Cool zero, cool zero |
| zuò cí : Geraldo, Grombacher | |
| Art attacks from subway walls | |
| Sprayed like bullets into concrete face | |
| Everywhere you turn, knuckles are crackin' | |
| Suburban monkeys break ghetto habits | |
| Body guns loaded for a dime | |
| See ' em shed their celebrity skin for a life of trash and crime | |
| Cool zero, you wanna know where the wild ones go | |
| Cool zero, you wanna know where the bodies are burned | |
| Crawlin' under every rock, you gotta see what time forgot | |
| Cool zero, cool zero, cool zero | |
| Nothin' stops the hit parade | |
| Money makers will be shaken down | |
| Everywhere you go, fingers are snappin' | |
| Commercial prophets shout revolution | |
| Throwin' dirt upon a good mans name | |
| Watch ' em sell his soul for shoes and dance upon his grave | |
| Cool zero, you wanna know where the wild ones go | |
| Cool zero, you wanna know where the bodies are burned | |
| Crawlin' under every rock, you gotta see what time forgot | |
| Cool zero, cool zero, cool zero, cool zero, cool zero | |
| Cool zero, cool zero | |
| In this junk food civilization | |
| They will eat and not think twice | |
| For a dance in the dragons jaws | |
| They will gladly pay the price an' eat their fill ohh, ohh hey | |
| Headlines turn in violent day | |
| Run like blood across the printed page | |
| Everywhere you look, atoms are smashin' | |
| Politicians smilin' for the camera | |
| And the pictures make you wanna scream | |
| Maybe baby, we' ll just play it cool like | |
| Elvis at 19 | |
| Cool zero, you wanna know where the wild ones go | |
| Cool zero, you wanna know where the bodies are burned | |
| Crawlin' under every rock, you gotta see what time forgot | |
| Cool zero, cool zero, cool zero, cool zero, cool zero | |
| Cool zero, cool zero |