i seen em movin round estates
spreadin, up to no good
baa RAM RAM
look of vacancy, no politics,
gettin rude
baa RAM RAM
power to the people,
ot their morals or principals
baa RAM RAM
power to the ovine
refined individual
baa ram ewe
EWE EWE EWE
grazin you be part of the herd
ever on the streets always in the dirt
whats is feel like, oh shit does it hurt?
you can only tell me with sheep words
baaraamyou, nah dont talk weird
you know exactly why im out here
to watch grown men with a face full of tears
when theyre ina pen waitin to be sheared
"ere why dyu all look the same"
they might just realise one day
that everyones gonna hate them anyway
obody ever gonna like a clone
watch em grow up and live all alone
go on their own like solo
a hole in the middle like a polo, sorry thats a no-go
baa ram you
try somethin new
whole new level just like verse 2
all embracing blanket like a nomad wears to tend his herd
choking the weak minded through front covers, force fed sovereignwords
bowing down to fashion
so you can pick up the debris
baa ram ram
ot an anarchist like sid but still won't
let you run me
baa ram ram
pretend you dont know bout the children
inb the third world countries
baa ram ram
wailing like a banshee
most of em are type B
all cos of your vanity
baa ram you