Sheep Lyrics - Colonel Les Claypool's Fearless Flying Frog Brigade

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, 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 

Blasting and bubbling, I 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