Texty:
Civil Shepherd

was our son This shepherd young and mild, this unassuming one We all gasp this, can't happen here We're all much too civilized Where can these monsters

body of the snake that's fake Unto my people, lies and deceit through trickery But hickory dickory dock, time's run out on the clock The shepherd is

was our son This shepherd young and mild This unassuming one We all gasp this can't happen here We're all much too civilized Where can these monsters

A mighty and unprecedented thought A vagrant memory from wilderness Where the civil and the servant are sought And tracing living death is frivolous