Pink Floyd
«Lyrics»

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 pretending the danger's not real.

Meek and obedient you follow the leader

Down well trodden corridors, into the valley of steel.

What a surprise!

A look of terminal shock in your eyes.

Now things are really what they seem,

No, this is not bad dream.

THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD. I SHALL NOT WANT

HE MAKES ME DOWN 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 CUTLETS.

FOR LO, HE HATH GREAT POWER, AND GREAT HUNGER.

WHEN COMETH THE DAY WE LOWLY ONES

THROUGH QUIET 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 you're told.

Get out of the road if you want to grow old.

You know that I care what happens to you,

And I know that you care for me,

So I don't feel alone.

Or the weight of the stone,

Now that I've found somewhere safe

To bury my bone.

And any fool knows a dog needs a home,

A shelter from pigs on the wing.

‘79

So ya

Thought ya

Might like to go to the show

To feel the warm thrill of confusion

That space cadet glow

Tell me is something eluding you sunshine?

Is this not what you expected to see?

If you want to find out what's behind these cold eyes?

You'll just have to claw your