Momus - The Shepherd lyrics
[Momus - The Shepherd lyrics]
We gave him our trust
That bugger the shepherd
That leper the shepherd who
Fucked all our sheep we gave him our trust
That bugger the shepherd
He worked in our name and
Got paid with our fee
And the butcher did love him
That bugger the shepherd
The butcher did call him the
Leader of the gang
And gave him protection wherever he travelled
Fleecing our sheep and roving our lands
He drove a Rolls Royce
That bugger the shepherd
He drove a Rolls Royce, and he smoked a cigar
He wore a gold necklace
That leper the shepherd
He buggered our lambs and we paid for the car
He fucked all our sheep in
The back of the Rolls
Fucked all our sheep and he
Fucked all our lambs
He pushed his fat fist deep into their bowels
And then he came grinning and
Shook all our hands
We should have killed him and skinned him
That leper the shepherd
But the butcher did call him
The leader of the gang
And give him protection wherever he travelled
And so he died old, a very rich man
They buried him upright
That leper the shepherd
In a bunker of concrete with
A padlock of steel they buried him upright
That bugger the shepherd
And the butcher is still in
Command of the hill
That bugger the shepherd
That leper the shepherd who
Fucked all our sheep we gave him our trust
That bugger the shepherd
He worked in our name and
Got paid with our fee
And the butcher did love him
That bugger the shepherd
The butcher did call him the
Leader of the gang
And gave him protection wherever he travelled
Fleecing our sheep and roving our lands
He drove a Rolls Royce
That bugger the shepherd
He drove a Rolls Royce, and he smoked a cigar
He wore a gold necklace
That leper the shepherd
He buggered our lambs and we paid for the car
He fucked all our sheep in
The back of the Rolls
Fucked all our sheep and he
Fucked all our lambs
He pushed his fat fist deep into their bowels
And then he came grinning and
Shook all our hands
We should have killed him and skinned him
That leper the shepherd
But the butcher did call him
The leader of the gang
And give him protection wherever he travelled
And so he died old, a very rich man
They buried him upright
That leper the shepherd
In a bunker of concrete with
A padlock of steel they buried him upright
That bugger the shepherd
And the butcher is still in
Command of the hill