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