Judgement - Half Moon Run

You gotta believe me

I’m doing my best

I apologize for all the flack I caused for dropping out

Yeah I kicked up a storm

But the winds have died down

I’ve got a lot of bottles on the counter this time round

The story in my head

To the poets fly of hand (?)

Well they ought to stick a little suffering

Son of a working man

Well your work is so thin

But it spits you right out

Why is it so hard?

I should have run you out of town

And if it looks like it is

Then it probably aint

The more that you talk

The more that my interest goes away

Yeah your work is so thin

But it spits you right out

Why is it so hard?

I should have run you out of town

I should have run you out of town