The Truth About Cows

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