Songtext von All The Little Sheep

I work in the city Commute to the country 'Cause nothing is cozy And nothing is comfy I live for the weekend When I can sleep in And tend to my children And clean up the pigpen I see all the airplanes Flyin' above me I bet that they're going Someplace quite lovely I dream about beaches And drinks with umbrellas And babes in bikinis With greased-up gorillas, oh No surprises, no retreats Here come marchin' to the beat Little sheep One, two, three, nah I'm stuck in the muck And caught in the mire The blade in my back Was forged in the fire The city has fallen Down to her knees With rental equipment To clear out the trees, oh No surprises, no retreats Here come marchin' to the beat All the little sheep Just let the mind go off and fantasize No time's a bad time to escape a while Beyond reality adventure lies You don't need a ticket to take this ride