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that cattle pen
And bring some country to Spacemen

Now Houston's got them their Mission Control
And if country's heart is Abilene, then Houston is its

Say goodbye, hit the road, I'm never coming back again
So many shitty situations, like I'm in a cattle pen
Running from my problems like Shalane

out, return route
Cattle pen, do it again
I'm feeling this, the way it is

Maps fell short, this time
Lives fade, into the summer
Holding hands, over

Sidewinder in the cattle pen
You always bite me and come 'round again
Keep knockin', no talkin'
Not shockin', i'm walkin'
I'm free, no "we", now

DM's
You could aggregate your followers like cattle in pens
But I'll still prod along with shocking growth; you can't rattle shit
I smell my healing in

Dublin Lady

Andy M. Stewart

Dublin Lady

1987

alone and cold,

If it wasn't for the kegs of beer and cattle in the pen,
Dublin Lady wouldn't miss her sailor laddie now and then,

If it wasn't for

are no sheep in the pen 
And no cattle in the stalls, 
Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, 
I will be joyful in God my Savior. 

The Sovereign Lord is my

stool
If it was not for the ships that do sail

If it was not for the kegs of beer and cattle in the pen
If it was not for the ships that do sail

Nation of Sheep
Ruled by Wolves
Owned by pigs
Raised like cattle

Locked in our pens
While they sleep in beds
Hypocritical sadists
Decrees are broken

papi
Hate beef cattle in a pen, no Bobby
No one can stop me, they want smoke it's foggy
And my gang got some sticks and 
I got ice like we are playing

A hand out
But the muscles won't extend
Huh, used to stress so much 'bout shit
All changed when I got to grip the pen
Cattle to the trend
Is more of what

fuckin face
I was born asking for it

Smiling and nodding and squeezing us in
Like bloated happy cattle in designer pens
Right after left after right after

I
Battle with the pen like cattle
I think my main aim’s mainly wrong like
A toddler playing with a rattle
That’s filled with bombs and pills
I can't

Felt something inside me naturally rattle
Century-long secrets that lurk in da shadows
Home was a pen, humanity cattle
Flipping thru flashbacks

we don't move the same
A product of this environment
In the pen of cattle flexing
With they parents possessions

I lost sense of self
When I had to get

Boer
I understand, I sympathise

When the bonnie Highland cattle
Were taken from their pens
When the lords of the manors
Commandeered the heather glens

in the pen and no cattle in the stall, yet I will rejoice in the Lord,  I will be joyful in God my Savior for yours Lord is the greatness

Though the fig tree won't bud
There are no fruit on the vine
Though the olive crop fails
And the fields produce no food
No sheep are in the pens

the wilderness
To green pastures
With all the care and love I've shown
My sheep pen are sheepless
My cattle barns seem empty
Yet, I will rejoice that is my choice

Livestock Marketplace

Carcass

Surgical Remission/Surplus Steel EP

2014

The procreation, the damned
Carnal union of the flesh
Base primal instincts
This murderous passion
Coitus corporeal
Into holding pens

pick up the revolver and we squeeze till it's out of ammo
Dismantle the mantle
You animals are the cattle
So you could keep the title we're just out here

to the start
Cause your pen game’s looking all lousy again
Why I am qualified to say this
Man ah Bad Boy on the Mic like Lowry again
No substance to your work

long pants
She was sharing conversation with a man who sold ball point pens and pencils

And the train stopped once in Clifton
Where my aunt bought me

Out on the curb listen to my nouns and verbs
(Man, I wanna be heard)
Like a cattle with sheep
While y'all sleep I be up, cooking up all day
Like a mad