The cows have all come home   the shape of things to come   the truth has not been told   because it don't hold.   The cows are making love   they'll leave when they are done   asleep and on the ground   without a sound      I want to wake up and never dream   I want to leave out the memory   left in the rain and it won't corrode   don't make me exit the afterglow      The sheep are styrofoam   they'll go where they are told   they eat what they are sold   because they don’t know      I want to wake up and never dream   I want to leave out the memory   left in the rain and it won't corrode   don't make me exit the afterglow      A human stampede      The cows have all gone home   their bones are made of stone   collectively or one, they will all run.   And we've been followed home   we go where we are told   we eat what we are sold   because we don't know      I want to wake up