Angryman (A Band of Bees)

Built my walls long and low Knuckles crack and lillies grow have a baby hold her up let her know Leave the airport to the airplanes Leave the taxis to the runways silvers high up on the landing Tastes like early morning May you never lose your temper Heavy father heavy son Angryman That's the hurt thats in your head That's the man that you just met may not be a brighter day but there'll be one on the way An angry man needs attention Contact and direction