Sheep Sheep Lyrics

The spick and span
Of this space it makes me sick
Id rather rot in the mud
Cause at least id be at piece
The ticking hand
Of this clock is counting down
The time before, were dead and deceased

So if there's a devil out there
He'd better run, I'm a sick sad man, and I don't need a gun These sheep are killing me
They're putting me to sleep
So throw up your hands in ignorance

I swear to god
This sickness effects everyone
But what can I do
I swear to god
That I will never take the fate
That's given me

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