Black Sheep John C. Reilly

Black sheep (Black sheep)
Black sheep, black sheep, me

I wasn't dreaming
Barely awake
Off to the grinder we stroll
Not just a fleecing spilling his swill
Just half of the kill
My vanishing memories
Of Paradise Hill

What do I care?
I'm in a field serene
Miles and miles of solid green
For to feed the flock
Is a love supreme

I just close my eyes
When I fantasize
Much to my surprise
I'm only half the size
That I used to be
Bye, bye, white brother
This black sheep gotta roll

I just open up
Like a catacomb
Though my heart is halved
From the half that's home
For the life of me
Bye, bye, pastures of plenty
I don't know where I will go