Sheepdog

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, I aim at the first one who'll dare to stand still
Oh Lord, youre tension is making me ill
Youve got no friends in your home
Youve got no family stone
You cant go, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Everyone, in every town, on every boat, on every trip
The multi-talented strip
Will gather 'round you with coke and pain
Oh, the trees, aint no doubt about the seeds
I had no thought about, no, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dont know why
I cant locate this feeling
That I would rather be with you
It makes no sense, while crying out loud, well,
I may love you
This stress is wasting my emotions
That I would rather be with you
Dont let them closer to this secret that
I may love you
Take em outa west, take em outa height
Take em on a sweet ride
Those little angels are numbered nine
The colored
TV once shined on desolation one five
Theyve got it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bust 'em in the light, bust 'em in the light
Bust 'em in the daylight
They aint worthy being named as thieves
One of those shorties said, 'Hi' up to the
Abbot who died
The rebound, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dont know why
I cant locate this feeling
That I would rather be with you
It makes no sense, youre crying out loud, well,
I may love you
This stress is wasting my emotions
That I would rather be with you
Dont let em closer to this secret that
I may love you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now, hear the bluebird whistle hymns like“
I would rather heal your wounds”
Now, hear the dark gun punching out
That, that
I may love you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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