Pink Floyd – Sheep

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Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away,
only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air
You better watch out, there may be dogs about
I’ve looked over Jordan, and I have seen things are not what they seem

What do you get for pretending the dangers 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 no 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,
trough quiet reflection and great dedication,
master the art of karate,
lo, we shall rise up,
and then we’ll make the buggers eyes water

Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a sream
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
march cheerfully out of obscurity unto the dream

Have you heard the news? The dogs are dead!
You better stay home and do as you’re told,
get out of the road if you want to grow old





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