Who Are You to Judge Me Songtext
von Destructive Tendencies
Who Are You to Judge Me Songtext
Theories on our emotional development
Are divided into two schools of thought
Whether we′re products of genetics
Predisposed to exhibit certain behavioural patterns
Or products of our environment
Evolutionary biologists believe that our inherited genes
Are what determine development
Opponents argue that our individuality is directly influenced
By the patterns of behaviour we see and hear everyday
Guilt, pain, regret
Nothing, do ya?
Who are you to judge me?
This is my house
I'm not gonna be like you, condemned
I′m fixing what you broke!
Go back to hell, where your bed is made
If they have no feelings
They can't know fear
But if they can't know fear
Then why do they run?
When steer are led to slaughter
They smell the stench of fear and blood
And they panic
Sometimes, we′d have to saw off their hind legs
So they couldn′t run
Who are you to judge me?
Theories on our emotional development
Are divided into two schools of thought
Whether we're products of genetics
Predisposed to exhibit certain behavioural patterns
Or products of our environment
Who are you to judge me?
Go back to hell, where your bed is made
Fix what you broke!
Who are you to judge me?
If they have no feelings
They can′t know fear
But if they can't know fear
Then why do they run?
When steer are led to slaughter
They smell the stench of fear and blood
And they panic
Sometimes, we′d have to saw off their hind legs
So they couldn't run
Are divided into two schools of thought
Whether we′re products of genetics
Predisposed to exhibit certain behavioural patterns
Or products of our environment
Evolutionary biologists believe that our inherited genes
Are what determine development
Opponents argue that our individuality is directly influenced
By the patterns of behaviour we see and hear everyday
Guilt, pain, regret
Nothing, do ya?
Who are you to judge me?
This is my house
I'm not gonna be like you, condemned
I′m fixing what you broke!
Go back to hell, where your bed is made
If they have no feelings
They can't know fear
But if they can't know fear
Then why do they run?
When steer are led to slaughter
They smell the stench of fear and blood
And they panic
Sometimes, we′d have to saw off their hind legs
So they couldn′t run
Who are you to judge me?
Theories on our emotional development
Are divided into two schools of thought
Whether we're products of genetics
Predisposed to exhibit certain behavioural patterns
Or products of our environment
Who are you to judge me?
Go back to hell, where your bed is made
Fix what you broke!
Who are you to judge me?
If they have no feelings
They can′t know fear
But if they can't know fear
Then why do they run?
When steer are led to slaughter
They smell the stench of fear and blood
And they panic
Sometimes, we′d have to saw off their hind legs
So they couldn't run
Writer(s): Joseph Mchugh, Daniel Moore, Michael John Ormerod, E.h. Van Opstal Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com