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 we 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