The Ram

Slap that meat out of your mouth
 The Ram wouldn't like it in his house
 Object of worship, And of torture
 He is the system and the winning mystic
 The Gates of Wine
 I'll meet you to pay the fine
 Where in Heaven, the Ram takes his share
 Keep on through the forest if you want to see the glory
 Once as a lark
 We picked up the Ram on radar
 He was laughing, As he was crashing
 Oh so festive, his attitude was impressive
 We ran from him then
 Hoping to get beyond his ken
 From Israel on to Rome
 The Ram is beamed into every home
 If you're feeling faint
 Take up the glass and drink
 The mystery has been replaced
 And when our time was up
 We forgot how to stop
 Even how to reject
 Living it up on the Ram's time