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

Well, I've 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 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 the 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 better stay home

And do as you're told

Get out of the road, if you wanna grow old