Photo courtesy of Sean Adcock
I wanna run, I want to hide,
I wanna tear down the walls
That hold me inside.
I wanna sneak out
And run down the lane
Where the sheep have no name.
I wanna feel sunlight on my fleece
I wanna bust out of here before I freeze
I wanna take shelter And avoid the rain
Where the sheep have no name
Where the sheep have no name
Where the sheep have no name.
We're still stuck in these walls,
And the grass is too tough.
Let's find better stuff
And when I go there
I go there with ewes
(It's all we can do)
They tag and spray us with paint
But vegetarians they ain't !
We're bleating and bloated with weeds
Trapped in this fold
'Til were auctioned and sold
Let's get out of this game
(to) Where the sheep have no name
Where the sheep have no name
Where the sheep have no name.
Rewrite of this song was inspired by various musical ramblings of my good friend Mark Ricard
