© 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!