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.