Miss Angie - Getcha
from the album "Triumphantine"
Black
Black, fuzzy, matted heart
Hears the wonderful Seed
Blue, pretty, feathered bird, eats up the need
Bright, blazin' sun burns up
Thick, crowded vine chokes out
They'll getcha, they'll getcha, they'll getcha
They'll getcha and then they'll forgetcha
Wined and dined and feelin' oh so fine
Treasures towered, don't need the Divine
Smart and sure in thine own eye, with these you are dead inside
Didn't they tell you
Didn't they tell you?
They'll getcha, they'll getcha, they'll getcha
They'll getcha and then they'll forgetcha
They'll getcha, they'll getcha, they'll getcha
They'll getcha and then they'll forgetcha
They'll getcha, they'll getcha, they'll getcha
They'll getcha and then they'll forgetcha, oh