"Fodder" genre: Alternative General
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	Baa. We sold out. Corporate rock sucks! This is a new one. Cliche? I think so...
	Credits: Shawn Evans, Angie Melfa, Ed Rifkind, John Talbert
	Story Behind the Song A true collaboration. We used the "exquisite corpse" method of lyric writing. The music is, for us, not so typical. Lyrics FODDER I think I am the shepherd Being trampled by the sheep Thought I was the sagest leader My every thought unique But now I look around and find I am balanced on the brink Now I look around and find I am fodder for the sheep When you think you're leading When you think you're thinking Aren't you the one who follows? Aren't you the one who swallows? I want to be the blackest sheep Show my backside to the meek Want to weild my fearsome crook Have them fawning at my feet Yet whose are the thoughts that flow Sweet as honey when I speak Not the thoughts of the shepherd's But those thoughts of the sheep When you think you're leading When you think you're thinking Aren't you the one who follows? Aren't you the one who swallows? We're the halo on your head We're the pillow on your bed We're the visor on your eyes We're the geyser in your thighs Now I find I am the shepherd Who has become the sheep For I know nothing else now Save the company I keep When you think you're leading When you think you're thinking Aren't you the one who follows? Aren't you the one who swallows? We're the halo on your head We're the pillow on your bed We're the visor on your eyes We're the geyser in your thighs

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