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