Letras de 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 pig pen

See all the airplanes
Flying 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 retreat
Here come marching to the beat
Little sheep

I′m stuck in the mud
And caught in the mire
The blade in my back
Was forged in the fire
The city is falling
Down to her knees
With rented equipment
To clear out the trees, oh

No surprises, no retreat
Here come marching to the beat
Of the little sheep

Just let the mind go wild and fantasize
No time to back down to escape for a while
Be your reality, adventure lies
You don't need a ticket to take this ride