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 re 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