Year of the Sheep

Don't call this addiction, man I have a prescription
It softens all protagonists for a one sided fiction
Just shut your mouth and open your eyes boy
The plot thickens with every sick surprise

A dirty trick
(They got you paying for it)
Your life is a con job man
(They got you paying for it)
It's all a trick

A gulag for the pampered in the third world of the West
Those wealthy slaves hide the truth the best
Sucking up that sacred noise from the tele
Got you believing that you're Machiavelli

Every night brings a fear to appease
What won't a rat do for a little cheese
Everyday there's a new god to please
Locking horns in the year of the sheep



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Clark
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