Sheepdog

                                  I aim at the first one who'll dare to stand still

Oh Lord, you're tension is making me ill

You've got no friends in your home, you'll got no family stone

You can't go, Yeah Yeah Yeah

Yeah Yeah Yeah



Everyone, in every town, on every boat, on every trip, the multi-talanted strip, 

Will gather 'round you with coke and pain

The trees, ain't no doubt about 

The seeds, I had no thought about 

No, Yeah Yeah Yeah



Don't know why I can't locate this feeling, that I would rather be with you

It makes no sense, your crying out loud, that I may love you

This stress is wasting my emotions that I would rather be with you

Don't let them closer to this secret, that I may love you



Take 'em outa west, take 'em outa height, take 'em on a sweet ride

Those little angels are numbered nine

The colored TV once shined on desolation 15

They've got it! Yeah Yeah Yeah

Bust 'em in the light, bust 'em in the light, bust 'em in the daylight

They ain't worthy being named as thieves

One of those shorties said hi up to the abbot who died 

The rebound, Yeah Yeah Yeah



Don't know why I



Now hear the bluebird whistle hymns like "I would rather heal your wounds"

now hear the dark gun punching out, that I may love you