Sheep

1. Animals (1977)
   

   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 knives he releaseth my soul
   He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places
   He converteth me to lamb cutlets
   For lo,m he hath great power and great hunger
   When cometh the day we lowly ones
   Through quiet reflection and great dedication
   Master the art of karate
   Lo, we shall rise up
   And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water.
   Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream
   Wave upon wave of demented avengers
   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.

   
   
2. Vienna 77 (1977-02-01)
   
   
3. Animal Instincts (1977-05-09)
   
   
4. Plays The Animals (1977-05-09)
   
   
5. A Collection of Great Dance Songs (1981)
   

   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 knives he releaseth my soul
   He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places
   He converteth me to lamb cutlets
   For lo,m he hath great power and great hunger
   When cometh the day we lowly ones
   Through quiet reflection and great dedication
   Master the art of karate
   Lo, we shall rise up
   And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water.
   Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream
   Wave upon wave of demented avengers
   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.

   
   
6. Echoes - The Best of Pink Floyd (2001)