The crazy man who took his sheep to Canada
Just for them to graze at snow laced leaves
And find himself some logs to burn
Some cigarettes to light, some dollars to keep
He didn’t care the sky was turning red
As long as the sheep were snow fed
And as long as he didn’t have to die
Pretty sweet lot to do and a lot on hand to lie
He carried a box of music with him
Like it was a set of paints
so he could paint the ghost white snow
And look at it from a distance
To find damned bizarre a show
He didn’t care if his music bled
As long as the sheep were snow fed
And as long as he didn’t have to die
Pretty sweet lot to do and a lot on hand to lie
He was there to just kill time
As the world was mostly some meme & mime
While he was at it, anyway
Might as well trespass and commit a crime
He didn’t care what the old cop said
As long as the sheep were snow fed
And as long as he didn’t have to die
Pretty sweet lot to do and a lot on hand to lie
