Schaapje, schaapje heb je witte wol
Ja baas, ja baas, 3 zakken vol
Eén voor de meester
En één voor zijn vrouw
Eén voor het kindeke dat bibbert van de kou
Schaapje, schaapje heb je witte wol
Ja baas, ja baas, 3 zakken vol
Walking through the broken glass
Pulling legs of flies above
Like sitting dogs await their meal
Along the paved road they reveal
Bloody teeth and fractured bones
In these boots he walks alone
Looking down the endless line of concubines
Stone-cold shivers creeping up your spine
When the sky is falling down
She's pushed flat on the stomach again
He's squeezing out the oxygen
Of the stepford wife with her kitchen knife
Just to decorate his ideal life - hmm hmm
#instrumental
I'll conquer the world and the seven seas
I got everybody down, down on their knees
People will become more and more the same
Playing a mindless imitation game
My thoughts will not respect any borders
They will globalise
You will follow my orders
Mothers, you're the shepherds of all my sheep
Just grab 'em by the pussy!
Squeeze them 'till they're mushy
Soothe them into a pliant sleep
Mothers, you're the shepherds of all the sheep
Close your eyes and never
Never never never ever weep
Schaapje, schaapje heb je witte wol
Schaapje, schaapje
Schaapje, schaapje heb je witte wol
Ja baas, ja baas, 3 zakken vol