Lyrics

Acting like you're crazy brought it down to this
You think maybe your astounding lunacy proved to be the dawn
And I gotta get gone
You're actually believing your own conceiving I'd tolerate this, baby
Here is the direction from now on
My affectionate last warning before it starts storming

chorus:
Tell it to the judge
Today I'm moving on
Tell it to the judge
Look around tomorrow, I'll be gone
Tell it to the judge
Tell it to the judge
I don't give a hoot
Your better route would be to
Tell it to the judge
Tell it to the judge

All the lies you gave me your disguise was sure to unravel
Though I was the last to see I gotta travel
Gotta hit the gravel
Cause you are a taker, you are a faker
I won't let you play me
Here is the direction from now on
My affectionate last warning before it starts storming

copyright Gemma Mattis Wilson