Danger

Danger Danger here on planet earth

There's a singer songwriter epidemic and they claim it's getting worse

We cannot move for heartfelt lyrics soft and sweet indulgent gimmicks the song would Be over but there's not enough of me yet in it

And so he picked up the phone and haggled lady if it's true then 555 vinkloore and no Less I might just do the work that no one else would dare to contemplate I will create a Serum that I know shall break their need to sing to where others be gathered in a room And recite a set of bloated impending doom

They shall no more preach messages from a sense of lack for misery loves company as They back slap each other back

For we need more shepherds and not more sheep more sheep more sheep more sheep More sheep we need more shepherds not sheep

As the sheep start to bleat

Baa Baaaaa

For it seems that human beings are addicted to their pain