Sheep(s)

Sheeps grazing on the field Leaves falling with good news Ben the Fast sheep Won the Animal games They threw him a big parade But the grass tastes the same It's still goddamn green And the wolfes keep waiting beyond the fences For our deadly sins Ben was given a rhombed cloak Got a permission to dine with highest wolves The Head Shepherd Fed him really well He watched as he decays On his plate But the grass tastes the same It's still goddamn green And the wolfes keep waiting Beyond the fences For our deadly sins Next winner wanted to tell the herd the truth But was trampled out By his own dumb kind The Head Shepherd advertised a new field Where the grass is greener The taste is sweeter And that's all you'll ever need But the truth stays the same But it's not black and white Wolves are still waiting beyond the fences for our gentle sins Keep on waiting, keep on waiting for our gentle sins Keep on waiting, keep on waiting for you for our gentle sins.