Defiance, Ohio Lambs at the Slaughter

When your a sheep in wolf's clothing,
you have big, important friends,
who with a twinkle in their eyes
say they'll be with you 'til the end.
They invite you out to ice cream,
they insist you eat your fill,
then they smile at each other
and they stick you with the bill.
They giggle extra hard
when you max out your credit card ...

When your a sheep in wolf's clothing,
you're watched over by your friends,
they hook you up with an apartment
in a big, barbed-wire pen,
and they come and pinch your cheeks
with such fatherly affection,
and they tap into your e-mail
solely for your own protection.
If they counted votes from black sheep,
would they still win their elections?

And you live a life of privelege
in the shadow of your friends,
who've secured the greenest pastures
with their business acumen,
so you graze on the grasses
and you're spard from ever thinking
or from knowing why your friends
are always snickering and winking.
You're fed shock and awe!
and you swallow without thinking ...

Then one day, with dismay,
your friends say you've been attacked,
but you can buy a shred of safety
with the shirt right off your back
and your sacrifice revels,
you patriotic sons and daughters
were once sheep in wolf's clothing
now you're lambs at the slaughter.