Interpret:

Pink Floyd

Album:

Echoes: The Best Of Pink Floyd (Compilation Album)

Harmlessly passing your 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 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 no 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 knifes 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 
Though 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 avangers 
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