Their hands ain't tied, free to run, but they don't move a wink
They don't know where to go, forgotten how to think
Pavlov's dogs on hind legs waiting for a sign
One by one they march into the sheperd's fire
Sheep without wool
Are heading for
The butcher's knife
A pedigree of sinners and saints follows as he sways
A piece of bread and a mug of wine to bleat another day
Goats are friends, birds ok, pigs are enemies
Cause of the mother of mothers' shame siters have to bleed
They don't know where to go, forgotten how to think
Pavlov's dogs on hind legs waiting for a sign
One by one they march into the sheperd's fire
Sheep without wool
Are heading for
The butcher's knife
A pedigree of sinners and saints follows as he sways
A piece of bread and a mug of wine to bleat another day
Goats are friends, birds ok, pigs are enemies
Cause of the mother of mothers' shame siters have to bleed