Murdering Sheep
(James Barry, Alan Gebbie)

Three years ago today my baby went away
Bound for another land with another man
When I see her I have to shriek just like seeing a murdered sheep
Murdering sheep defenceless sheep
Murdering sheep is really neat
Murdering sheep defenceless sheep
Murdering sheep is really neat
My mind is a pulp - my eyes are all red
There's shit on my shoes and grit in my bed

She came from far across town in a candlewick dressing gown
She threw her weight around
And I just cant stand the sound
Of dishes clinking in the sink I think my mind is on the brink

Now I drive my rusty car to this cold damp abbatoir
She's mutton dressed as lamb in a far off foreign land
I lie awake, I cannot sleep, just counting out sheep after sheep