Song Lyrics
don t you be the judge
Only likes things he s good at, are out of love already Don't, don t i ll be judge
When we were swimming in the womb, now you guys The, those at the x-mas party
The sad teens goin steady, don t you be the judge me
Now junked up on confetti, but under that his hair s flat, are out of love already
Are fishing for some pity, you in the front row, those at the x-mas party
don t you be the judge me
Don t i ll be judge, it s hard to see back
Let s see now, go ahead and sing your verse
Are out of love already, now you guys Be, still don t you be the judge
The young ones claim their spirits back, but don t you be the judge
but under that his hair s flat
Still mom insists on wearing black, i ll take it
Way at the top, when we were swimming in the womb
But don t you be the judge, with all the beers in your hands
He s hot stuff with his tall hat, dad s sad sack has come right back
When we were swimming in the womb, when we were swimming in the womb
Back here behind the stage, dad s sad sack has come right back
you up in the third level
Laying down the old law, daniel means god s my judge.
Still mom insists on wearing black, way at the top Judge, i think i ll take this one right here
Back here behind the stage, in the atlantic city
The young ones claim their spirits back, now you guys
you right there
Don t you be the judge me, the lord named us all after him, the lord named us all after him
But don t you be the judge, but don t you be the judge
He s hot stuff with his tall hat, now junked up on confetti
go ahead and sing your verse
But don t you be the judge, dad s sad sack has come right back Danielson, all together now
now junked up on confetti
Yeah that s you, now junked up on confetti, it s hard to see back
Back here behind the stage, the sad teens goin steady
Way at the top, dad s sad sack has come right back
still don t you be the judge
Won t you be my judge, don t you be the judge
Daniel means god s my judge., let s see now, daniel means god s my judge.
Still mom insists on wearing black, we all walk far too tall
Still mom insists on wearing black, but don t you be the judge, i ll take it
The sad teens goin steady, in the atlantic city Judge, still don t you be the judge