Slow Animals
You don't have to be so down
Everyone can hear you in this whole damn crowd
You don't have to try so hard
I think they got the message, you were out of your mind
It's not so good to see you this upset
But the next generation will forget
They're always scared of where their daughter's been
Cause who knows, she could be alone with men
They never wanna see or hear or think about again
Is it gone?
I hope that, that, that it's wrong
Is it gone?
I hope that, that, that it's wrong
Oh, please don't tell it to my face
Everyone can see that you were circling his space
The next generation will forget
Where their daughter's been
Or who knows, it could be alone with men
They're never gonna let you understand
Or show you what is to be a man
You don't wanna sit down and think or hear
You don't think anyone is in your ear
I never wanna see your face
Accuse - it's no ones fault
Is it gone?
I hope that, that, that it's wrong
Is it gone?
I hope that, that, that it's wrong
Is it gone?
I hope that, that, that it's wrong
Is it gone?
I hope that, that, that it's wrong
Now, they're scared of where their daughter's been
Cause who knows, she could be alone with men
They never wanna see or hear or think about again
Is it gone?
I hope that, that, that it's wrong
Is it gone?
I hope that, that, that it's wrong
Animales lentos
No tienes que estar tan decaído
Todo el mundo puede oírte en toda esta maldita multitud
No tienes que esforzarte tanto
Creo que recibieron el mensaje, estabas fuera de tu mente
No es tan bueno verte tan molesto
Pero la próxima generación olvidará
Siempre tienen miedo de dónde ha estado su hija
Porque quién sabe, podría estar sola con hombres
Nunca quieren ver, oír o pensar de nuevo
¿Se ha ido?
Espero que, eso, que está mal
¿Se ha ido?
Espero que, eso, que está mal
Por favor, no me lo digas a la cara
Todo el mundo puede ver que estabas rodeando su espacio
La próxima generación olvidará
Donde ha estado su hija
O quién sabe, podría estar a solas con hombres
Nunca van a dejar que lo entiendas
O mostrarte lo que es ser un hombre
No querrás sentarte y pensar u oír
No crees que hay nadie en tu oído
Nunca quiero ver tu cara
Acuse - no es culpa de nadie
¿Se ha ido?
Espero que, eso, que está mal
¿Se ha ido?
Espero que, eso, que está mal
¿Se ha ido?
Espero que, eso, que está mal
¿Se ha ido?
Espero que, eso, que está mal
Ahora, tienen miedo de dónde ha estado su hija
Porque quién sabe, podría estar sola con hombres
Nunca quieren ver, oír o pensar de nuevo
¿Se ha ido?
Espero que, eso, que está mal
¿Se ha ido?
Espero que, eso, que está mal
Escrita por: Julian Casablancas