the lines and lines of people    spilling into the glory hole    that plunges deep into the earth   the dam that holds the water   menacing shadow over the small town that is my being   i am the black sheep      they've all abandoned me with just a melody and a road that leads to somebody   they want to keep my head to prove that i am dead   i won't give them the luxury   i am the black sheep   i am the black sheep   the black sheep, the black sheep      The shutter of the raindrops    In Southern California reminds me    That they've all gone against me   The slippery road that's littered with twisted cars and fires makes me ponder what will become of me   i am the black sheep   the black sheep      Words by Beau Phillips Music by James Emelio   Copyright 2006