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