I don't remember anyone dying leaving you to run my life What's this trip running through your head, you're not a mom a pop or even a wife Go ahead and impress the clowns, you're in a circle of babbling sheep I see you talking to a friend of yours, was it by chance you were looking at me You should go away And take your judgment with you because you decide for you, and I decide for me Go back to your glittering discos, and take your judgment with you I think I could understand if you were God up in heaven above But you're just a goon I try to ignore, you're the hawk that killed the dove Just why are you so concerned with what goes on, is it really a sin? I look at you and I say to myself, how could you be from the valley within.