Interpret:

Strokes, The

Album:

Angles

Animals on TV singing about some pain that they once felt 
There's no one I disapprove of or root more for than myself 
I wanted to pretend that it was better, better, better on the phone 
Didn't want to tell you I was jealous, jealous, jealous and alone 


So we talk about ourselves in hell 
To forget the love we never felt 
All the old jokes that work so well 
Universal truth was a moment's lie 


Don't try to stop us 
Don't try to stop us 
Don't try to stop us 
Get out of the way 


Got to get to climb your tree in the light of the living ghost I see 
She sees her father in that old man's eyes while secretly he stares at her thighs 
Animals on TV singing about some pain that they felt at some point 
I didn't want to tell you I was jealous, jealous, jealous 
What's the point? 


As I watch the velvet drapes appear 
And the door was closed for 40 years 
As we hide what we don't want to hear 
As we hide what's really in our ears 


He is coming from a part of hell 
Where lightning blue eyes don't go down well 
He can tell that we're oblivious 
It's addiction of routine as well 


Making fools out of the best of us 
Making robots of the rest of us 
Innocence itself in America today 
Is a crime just like Cornel West might say 


Don't try to stop us 
Don't try to stop us 
Don't try to stop us 
Get out of the way