Song | Raving And Drooling |
Artist | Pink Floyd |
Album | Cruel But Fair [Bootleg] |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Waters Music:Waters Vocal:Waters | |
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 |
Lyrics: Waters Music: Waters Vocal: Waters | |
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 |
Lyrics: Waters Music: Waters Vocal: Waters | |
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 |