Sheep

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

Through 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 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 better stay home

And do as you're told,

Get out of the road if you want to grow old.