Built my walls long and lowKnuckles crack and lillies growhave a baby hold her up let her knowLeave the airport to the airplanesLeave the taxis to the runwayssilvers high up on the landingTastes like early morningMay you never lose your temperHeavy father heavy sonAngrymanThat’s the hurt thats in your headThat’s the man that you just metmay not be a brighter daybut there’ll be one on the wayAn angry man needs attentionContact and direction