(Waters)
Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air
You'd better watch out--there may be dogs about
I have 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 a 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 bugger's eyes water

Bleating and babbling we 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'd better stay home and do as you're told
Get out of the road if you wanna grow old