Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Holloways
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Jackson
Songwriter
Bryn Fowler
Songwriter
Robert Skipper
Songwriter
David Healy
Songwriter
Lyrics
Cool down (cool down)
Cool down (cool down)
Cool down (cool down)
Cool down (cool down)
Hey
Cool down Joe, there's no need to rob me
It's not really worth it, you won't make a pretty penny
Calm down, you can't take my life
Your knife won't cut you the best slice of the pie
Your life has been a misery but give a little mercy
It's no excuse to do one over me
Cool down (cool down)
Cool down (cool down)
Cool down Joe, no don't bother me
Why'd you want my phone, why'd you want my money
Calm down, what you trying to prove
All you prove to me is that you're going to lose
You say you're so unlucky and you lost all your money
It's only you to blame, for choosing this game
You can change your wicked ways, your dignity, you're safe
Cool down Joe, your baby is at home
If you end up doing time will she spend her time alone
Cool down, there must be something better
The jobs are in the paper, go ahead and write a letter
There's a line you could walk if you put your heart to it
Don't sell yourself short, you know you can do it now
Cool down
Cool down (cool down)
You can shoot, you can stab, you can steal
Until the very day you die
But it's impossible to steal
A better quality of life
Cool down
Cool down (cool down)
Cool down (cool down)
Cool down (cool down)
Now
Written by: Bryn Fowler, David Healy, David Jackson, Robert Skipper

