Sheep to the slaughter oh I thought this must be love    All your sons and daughters in a strangle hold with a kid glove    She's got eyes like saucers oh you think she's a dish    She is the blue chip that belongs to the big fish    Chorus:    But it's easier to say "I love you,"    than "Yours sincerely" I suppose    All little sisters like to try on big sister's clothes    Big sister's clothes       The sport of kings, the old queen's heart    The prince in darkness stole some tart    And it's in the papers, it's in the charts    It's in the stop press before it all starts.       With a hammer on the slap and tickle under grisly garments    With all the style and finesse of the purchase of armaments    Compassion went out of fashion    That's all your concern meant    Sweat it out for thirty seconds on home improvements       Chorus