Sheep
Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland awayOnly dimly aware of a certain unease in the air
You better watch outThere may be dogs aboutI've looked over Jordan, and I have seenThings are not what they seem
What do you get for pretending the danger's not realMeek and obedient you follow the leaderDown well trodden corridors into the valley of steel
What a surpriseA look of terminal shock in your eyesNow things are really what they seemNo, this is no bad dream
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not wantHe makes me down to lieThrough pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters byWith bright knives He releaseth my soulHe maketh me to hang on hooks in high placesHe converteth me to lamb cutlets
For lo, He hath great power, and great hungerWhen cometh the day we lowly onesThrough quiet reflection, and great dedicationMaster the art of karateLo, we shall rise upAnd then we'll make the bugger's eyes water
Bleating and babbling we fell on his neck with a screamWave upon wave of demented avengersMarch cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream
Have you heard the news?The dogs are deadYou better stay home and do as you're toldGet out of the road if you want to grow old