Baa Ram You

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,

not 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

never 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"

oi luv its just becus they all share one brain

they might just realise one day

that everyones gonna hate them anyway

nobody 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



not 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