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