the lines and lines of people
spilling into the glory hole
that plunges deep into the earth
the dam that holds the water
menacing shadow over the small town that is my being
i am the black sheep
they've all abandoned me with just a melody and a road that leads to somebody
they want to keep my head to prove that i am dead
i won't give them the luxury
i am the black sheep
i am the black sheep
the black sheep, the black sheep
The shutter of the raindrops
In Southern California reminds me
That they've all gone against me
The slippery road that's littered with twisted cars and fires makes me ponder what will become of me
i am the black sheep
the black sheep
Words by Beau Phillips Music by James Emelio
Copyright 2006