Sheep
Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air
You'd better watch out--there may be dogs about
I have looked over Jordan and I have seen--things are not what they seem
What do you get for pretending the danger's not real
Meek and obedient, you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors, into the valley of steel
What a surprise! A look of terminal shock in your eyes
Now things are really what they seem, no this is not a bad dream
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want, he makes me down to lie
Through pastures green he leadeth me the silent waters by
With bright knives he releaseth my soul
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places
He converteth me to lamb cutlets
For lo, he hath great power and great hunger
When cometh the day we lowly ones
Through quiet reflection and great dedication
Master the art of karate, lo, we shall rise up
And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water
Bleating and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream
Wave upon wave of demented avengers march
Cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream
Have you heard the news? The dogs are dead
You'd better stay home and do as you're told
Get out of the road if you wanna grow old
Eine frühere (Live-)Version lautete:
Raving And Drooling
Raving and drooling I fell on his neck with a scream
He had a whole lotta terminal shock in his eyes
Thats what you get for pretending the rest are not real
Bubbling and snapping at far away flies
He will zig zag his way back through
Memories of boredom and pain
How does it feel to be empty and angry and spaced
Split up the middle between the illusion of
Safety in numbers and the fist in your face
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