Well somebody's gonna get angry at the sound of our heelsnWith all the clicks and clacks well that's all you'd ever hear aboutnMovin on movin out movin on movin outnOut of sightnWell that's all you'd ever hear aboutnIt could have been us nNo no nonIt could have been usnWith all the songs in our head and the voice that's makin us swearnIt could have been usnNo no nonIt could have been usnNo no my hands and my hair and my feets are meeting me therenIt's not as bad as it seemsnI killed almost everyone of usnGod kills almost everyonenWhat about usnNo no nonWhat about usnMakes us the hound, you're the hennWhen your countenance is makin us illnOh oh ohnI got the phoniest stare from that full-grown givin us hellnI killed almost everyone of usnGod kills almost everyonenGet their eye on me and rightly sonI cut the cobwebs down and made it homenWhat kind of law's that anywaynIts not as bad as it seemsnYou kind of look like you got the diseasenYou never known