Judgement

Judgement - Half Moon Run

You gotta believe me

I'm doing my best

I apologize for all the flack

I caught for dropping out

Yeh you kicked up a storm

But the winds have died down

I got a lot of bottles on

Account of this around

I'm sorry I'm not him

The poet's right hand

The artistic little suffering

Son of a working man

You work yourself in

But it spits you right out

Why is it so hard

I should've run you out of town

If it looks like it is

Then it probably ain't

The more than you talk

The more my interest goes away

You work yourself in

But it spits you right out

Why is it so hard

I should've run you out of town

I should've run you out of town