Taking Us for Sheep

                                                                        (to Crystal Gayle's "Talking in Your Sleep")

                                                                                                (Verse 1)
                                                                             It's early in November
                                                                             And it looks like it's going to be another useless vote.
                                                                             I've been looking at the names and getting very low,
                                                                             Wondering what I can do.

                                                                                                (Verse 2)
                                                                             They like to call us "theorists"
                                                                             When we start to get a hint of what is going on,
                                                                             How the deck is stacked so no one good can rise to the top.
                                                                             This time I'll take a walk:
                                                                             Now let those schemers wallow in their lies.

                                                                                                (Chorus)
                                                                             They've been taking us for sheep,
                                                                             Playing us for fools
                                                                             Who never question,
                                                                             Knowing decent folk
                                                                             Would never guess that they
                                                                             Could be so treacherous,
                                                                             Taking us for sheep, with shearing on their minds.

                                                                                            (Repeat verse 2)

                                                                             They've been taking us for sheep,
                                                                             Playing us for fools
                                                                             Who never question,
                                                                             Knowing decent folk
                                                                             Would never guess that they
                                                                             Could be so treacherous,
                                                                             Taking us for sheep, with mutton on their minds.

                                                                             They've been taking us for sheep.

                                                                             David Martin

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