All people are born sheep
Some learn to walk upright
But still they're all helpless
And need someone to guide
Them and show them the way
To water or slaugther
To knife or to hay
All people are born sheep
But message must be heard
From the Eater Of Worlds
The Angel In The Dirt
'Cause when the lantern's blown out
There'll be nowhere to hide
Follow the buzzards
Tiiiiiime is on my siiiiide