Gettin' Angry

Well somebody's gonna get angry at the sound of our heels
With all the clicks and clacks well that's all you'd ever hear about
Movin on movin out movin on movin out
Out of sight
Well that's all you'd ever hear about
It could have been us
No no no
It could have been us
With all the songs in our head and the voice that's makin us swear
It could have been us
No no no
It could have been us
No no my hands and my hair and my feets are meeting me there
It's not as bad as it seems
I killed almost everyone of us
God kills almost everyone
What about us
No no no
What about us
Makes us the hound, you're the hen
When your countenance is makin us ill
Oh oh oh
I got the phoniest stare from that full-grown givin us hell
I killed almost everyone of us
God kills almost everyone
Get their eye on me and rightly so
I cut the cobwebs down and made it home
What kind of law's that anyway
Its not as bad as it seems
You kind of look like you got the disease
You never know