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