One, shouts the crowd
A pack being herded
Two, shouts the dog
So close yet so far from the words
Three, shouts the angels
Cherubs in disguise of the birds
Tell me, what does this mean
That prehistoric angels had wings?
Tell me something my mind doesn’t know yet
Tell me how the morning makes them sing
Since everyone in human form
Seems to pray on a sinking moon
Minus the cow and the spoon
Cow, will you jump
Cow, will you hold back
Cow, what time is it now
Cow , you’re all you presently lack
Yeah, you’ll never know the pain of
Being a myth
That the entire world counts on
To perish