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
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
