Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by
Publisher: ARTEMIS MUZIEKUITGEVERIJ B.V.
You better stay home and do as you're told
Bleating and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream
Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away
There may be dogs about
Get out of the road if you want to grow old
I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
No, this is no bad dream
Things are not what they seem
The dogs are dead
Master the art of karate
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air
What do you get for pretending the danger's not real
What a surprise
And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water
Now things are really what they seem
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel
A look of terminal shock in your eyes
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
You better watch out
Lo, we shall rise up
He converteth me to lamb cutlets
Through quiet reflection, and great dedication
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger
He makes me down to lie
Have you heard the news?
When cometh the day we lowly ones
With bright knives He releaseth my soul
Songwriter: Roger Waters