Sheepdog

Yeah, yeah, yeah I aim at the first one who’ll dare to stand still Oh, lord, your tension is making me ill You’ve got no friends in your home, you’ll got no family stone You can’t go, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Everyone in every town on every boat, every trip, the multi-talented strip Will gather ‘round you with coke and pain Oh, the trees, ain’t no doubt about The seeds, I had no thought about No, yeah, yeah, yeah Don’t know why I Can’t locate this feeling that I would rather be with you It makes no sense, why you’re crying out loud that I may love you This stress is wasting my emotions that I would rather be with you Don’t let them closer to this secret That I may love you Take ‘em outta west, take ‘em outta height, take ‘em on a sweet ride Those little angels are numbered nine The colored TV once shined on desolation one-five They’ve got it, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Bust ‘em in the light, bust ‘em in the light, bust ‘em in the daylight They ain’t worthy being named as thieves One of those shorties said, hi, up to the abbot who died The rebound, yeah, yeah, yeah Don’t know why I Can’t locate this feeling that I would rather be with you It makes no sense, you’re crying out loud that I may love you This stress is wasting my emotions that I would rather be with you Don’t let them closer to this secret That I may love you Yeah, yeah, yeah Now hear the bluebird whistle hymns like I would rather heal your wounds Now hear the dark gun punching out that That I may love you Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah