Interpret:

Roger Waters

Album:

Rock In Rio (Live)

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