SheepThe sounds of claxonsAs the rain waves downAnd the sheep are running In the fast laneA headlight flash And broken metalA midnight scream and Lamb for dinnerSeventeen years left behindAnd seventeen sheep left to goCannot tell for how much longerAs the sheep still runAnd the cars play catchA warning lightThe sheep they duckAnd cross the borderTwo more hits andA new wool sweaterDancing on the asphaltRunning through a highway discoDodging cars and Fighting windOne more carcassHits the crash barrierNo more spiritNo will to fightBut the road's a grillCan't stop and waitFor one next butcherGo