© Hazel O`Connor



Look at me, looking at you, looking back at me

What a sad end, when could have been friends

But you see only what you want to see

Where your thinking that is thinking, was what you were thinking, too

Well, this ain't the same as the heroes' game

So many owed so much to so few

Well! Well! Well!



Why don't you do

Why don't you do

Why don't you do as you would be done by you



Hey diddle, the cat and the fiddle

The cow jumped over the moon

The little dog laughed to see such fun

And the dish ran away with the spoon



Why don't you do

Why don't you do

Why don't you do as you would be done by you



Anger, anger, anger burns so bright

When you're lost your way lost your say

Don't know your left from your right

Bitter tasks the fruit of old men, fear is the key

Well you're grown so cold, you're grown so cold

You're grown so far away from me

Well! Well! Well!