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 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 high places
He converteth me to lamb
cutlets
For lo,m 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 want to grow old.
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