- I wanted to pretend that it was better, better, better on the phone;
I didn’t wanna tell you I was jealous, jealous, jealous and alone.
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 ss a crime just like cornel west might say.
Don’t try to stop us. Get out of our way!