Sheepdog

Written by：Gustaf Norén/Björn Dixgård

I aim at the first one who'll dare to stand still

Oh lord you're tension is making me ill

You've got no friends in your home you'll got no family stone

You can't go yeah yeah yeah

Everyone in every town on every boat

On every trip the multi talented strip

Will gather 'round you with coke and pain

The trees ain't no doubt about

The seeds I had no thought about

No yeah yeah yeah

Don't know why I can't locate this feeling that

I would rather be with you

It makes no sense your crying out loud that I may love you

This stress is wasting my emotions that I would rather be with you

Don't let them closer to this secret that I may love you

Take 'em out a west take 'em out a height

Take 'em on a sweet ride

Those little angels are numbered nine

The colored TV once shined on desolation 15

They've got it yeah yeah yeah

Bust 'em in the light bust 'em in the light bust 'em in the daylight

They ain't worthy being named as thieves

One of those shorties said hi up to the abbot who died

The rebound yeah yeah yeah

Don't know why I can't locate this feeling

That I would rather be with you

It makes no sense your crying out loud that I may love you

This stress is wasting my emotions that I would rather be with you

Don't let them closer to this secret that I may love you

Now hear the bluebird whistle hymns like

I would rather heal your wounds

Now hear the dark gun punching out that I may love you