Lyrics

DOGS IN THE BACKYARD, AIN’T GOT NO WATER. STREET KID ON THE HAMMER, MUST BE SOMEONE’S DAUGHTER. THERE’S DEALS GOIN’ DOWN ON EVERY STREET CORNER.

STILL I SIT IN MY LOUNGE ROOM, WATCHING THE LAMBS RUN TO THE SLAUGHTER.

A POOR MAN KEEPS WALKING, NO PLACE TO REST. AND A YOUNG MAN WITH NO PRIDE, LAYS IN A COLD CELL UNDER ARREST. SUNLIGHT LOVES THE FACES, THE LAST STORM BROUGHT HER.

STILL I SIT IN MY LOUNGE ROOM, WATCHING THE LAMBS RUN TO THE SLAUGHTER.

COPS BEAT THE PALE HEART, BE THEY BLACK OR BE THEY WHITE. BUT WHO DOES THE LONGEST TIME, UNDER THE SPOTLIGHT. YEAH THERE’S DEALS GOIN’ DOWN, ON EVERY STREET CORNER.

STILL I SIT IN MY LOUNGE ROOM, WATCHING THE LAMBS RUN TO THE SLAUGHTER.

AND THE PLAIN CLOTHED PEOPLE, STAND BEHIND THE WIRE. CAME FROM THE SMOKE, WALKED INTO THE FIRE. SUNLIGHT LOVES THE FACES,
THE LAST STORM BROUGHT HER.

STILL I SIT IN MY LOUNGE ROOM, WATCHING THE LAMBS RUN TO THE SLAUGHTER.