The Sheep

1. Out on my own
Grazing the fields
My fellow sheep
Have all gone home

What’s that noise?
Sounds like a party
Over the gates
Over the fields
No one saw it
Climb the fence
No one saw it
Down the hill
“Can’t be true!”

2. Fling wide the doors
It’s time to choose
If you’re a noti sheep
I’ll slaughter you

Are you ready?
For the craze
No one else
Could take your place
Now is time for the flame
Not the time to push the blame
“Can’t be true!”

The land is very busy
Calling out to you
The neon lights annoy me
Your heart is lighted too
Use your own discretion
Don’t be a fool
Mental calculation A black sheep never knew