Music: David Gilmour and Roger Waters
Lyrics: Roger Waters
An early version of 'Sheep'
(Circa 1974)
Raving and drooling, I fell on his neck with a scream
He had a whole lot of terminal shock in his eyes
That's what you get for pretending the rest are not real
Bubbling and snapping at far away flies
He will zig-zag his way back through
Memories of boredom and pain
How does it feel to be empty and angry and s***ed?
He was caught in the middle between the illusion
Of safety in numbers and being brought down to his knees
Lyrics: Roger Waters
An early version of 'Sheep'
(Circa 1974)
Raving and drooling, I fell on his neck with a scream
He had a whole lot of terminal shock in his eyes
That's what you get for pretending the rest are not real
Bubbling and snapping at far away flies
He will zig-zag his way back through
Memories of boredom and pain
How does it feel to be empty and angry and s***ed?
He was caught in the middle between the illusion
Of safety in numbers and being brought down to his knees