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

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