Sheepdog

I aim at the first one who’ll dare to stand still, lord your tension is making me ill You’ve got no friends in your home you’ll got no family stone, can’t go yeah yeah yeah Everyone on every trip the multi-talanted strip will gather round you with coke and pain The trees ain’t no doubt the seeds I had no thought about, no yeah yeah yeah Take them out of west take them 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 Bust them in the in the light bust them in the in the daylight, they aren’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 Now hear the bluebird whistle hymns like I would rather heal your wounds Now hear the dark gun punching out that I may love you