The Ram

Slap that meat out of your mouth

The Ram wouldn't like it in his house

Object of worship, And of torture

He is the system and the winning mystic

The Gates of Wine

I'll meet you to pay the fine

Where in Heaven, the Ram takes his share

Keep on through the forest if you want to see the glory

Once as a lark

We picked up the Ram on radar

He was laughing, As he was crashing

Oh so festive, his attitude was impressive

We ran from him then

Hoping to get beyond his ken

From Israel on to Rome

The Ram is beamed into every home

If you're feeling faint

Take up the glass and drink

The mystery has been replaced

And when our time was up

We forgot how to stop

Even how to reject

Living it up on the Ram's time