Angry hill

He reads yesterday's news
Cause today's just scares him
Thinks of yesterday's blues
Cause today's are just far too grim
And it grows, on it grows

And I see him down in the morning
Lying blind without no warning
Seen him running through the night
Through the fall lead his enemies inside
And it grows, on it grows

And I'm learning how to walk
Learning how to take my time
Or the angels take him away and
Lay his body six feet 'neath clay
And it grows, on it grows

And I see him burning to dust
Seen him falling through the shadows
Shed a tear and his cheek rusts
Seen him falling through the shadows
And it grows, on it grows And I'm learning how to walk
Learning how to turn my back
Or the angels take him away and
Lay his body six feet 'neath clay
And it grows, on it grows

I'll walk and then I'll walk
Lord, I'll walk, I'll walk and then I'll walk
Lord, I'll walk, Lord, I'll walk
I'll walk, Lord, I'll walk, Lord, I'll walk
Lord, I'll walk, Lord, I'll walk
And I'll walk, Lord, I'll walk, Lord, I'll walk
And it grows, on it grows

He's as angry as the hills
He's got a mind and eyes and both set to kill, oh
Maybe that he may learn to walk
And maybe that he may learn to take his time
Maybe that I may learn to walk
Maybe that I may learn to turn my back once more...