Sheep |
Музыка: | Роджер Уотерс |
Текст: | Роджер Уотерс |
Вокал: | Роджер Уотерс |
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
knifes 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
Though 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 we fell on his neck with a scream
Wave
upon wave of demented avangers
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