Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland awayOnly dimly aware of a certain unease in the airYou 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 real?Meek and obedient you follow the leaderDown well trodden corridors into the valley of steelWhat a surprise!A look of terminal shock in your eyesNow things are really what they seemNo, this is not a 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 cutletsFor 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 neckwith a screamWave upon wave of demented avengers March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream Have you heard the news?The dogs are deadYou better stay homeAnd do as you're toldGet out of the road if you want to grow old
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Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland awayOnly dimly aware of a certain unease in the airYou 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 real?Meek and obedient you follow the leaderDown well trodden corridors into the valley of steelWhat a surprise!A look of terminal shock in your eyesNow things are really what they seemNo, this is not a 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 cutletsFor 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 neckwith a screamWave upon wave of demented avengers March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream Have you heard the news?The dogs are deadYou better stay homeAnd do as you're toldGet out of the road if you want to grow old