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Oh How I love the philosophy of Pink Floyd...
Harmlessly passing you 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 pretendign the dangers not real.
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors, int o the balley of steel.
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes.
Now things are really what they seam.
No, this is no bad dream.
The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want
He makes me dow 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 cuttlets.
Fo lo, he hath great power and great hunger
when cometh the day we lowly ones
through quit reflection, and great dedication
master the art of karate
lo we shall rise up
and then we'll make the buggers eyes water
bleating and babbling i 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 your told.
Get out of the road if you want to grow old.