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