Lyrics:
Baa baa black sheep have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full
One for my master and one for my dame
One for the little boy who lives
Baa baa black sheep have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full
One for my master and one for my dame
One for the little boy who lives
We do it all for a woman, from hair cut to a wool
We like to live in the jungle, like to play in the peach
What you saying to me?
He said "nigga,
Oh, you can't pull the wool over my eyes.
You can't get away with telling those lies.
You're not the way you used to be.
I've got eyes and I can
Baa, baa, black sheep
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir
Three bags full
One for the master
One for the dame
And one for the little boy
What the fuck?!
What the fuck were you thinking?
Pull the wool over, cover my eyes
With your false truths and you blatant lies
See complacent
Baa, baa, black sheep
Have you any wool
Yes sir, yes sir
Three bags full
One for the master
And one for the dame
And one for the little boy
In my mind
And nailed into my heels
All the time killin' what I feel
And everything I touch (all wrapped up in cotton wool)
(All wrapped up
Baa, baa, black sheep
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir
Three bags full
One for the master
One for the dame
And one for the little boy
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You're choking on your daily bread
Hanging by a gossamer thread
Dog in the doorway
Dyed in the wool
Dog in the doorway
Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full
One for my master and one for my dame
And one for the little boy who
In my mind
And nailed into my heels
All the time killin' what I feel
And everything I touch (all wrapped up in cotton wool)
(All wrapped up
through controlling eyes
Pull the wool over, cover my eyes
Enforcing all your rules through policemen and TV
You are the world's greatest artist
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
bucks the broncos in the rodeo-do
She's only sixteen but it's plain to see
She can pull the wool over little old me
Your sister can't twist but she can
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
Baa, baa, black sheep
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir
Three bags full
One for the master
One for the dame
And one for the little boy
Have you felt the wool of beaver,
Or swan's down ever?
Or have smelt o' the bud o' the brier,
Or the nard in the fire?
Or have tasted the bag
I'm a bridesmaid daydreaming a tirade
Spike the crime rate with synthetic nightshade
Blame thy neighbor, the reason for the darkness
You may kiss
and I guess
All those things you've always pined for
Gee, I'd like to see you looking swell, baby
Diamond bracelets wool-worth doesn't sell, baby
Till
Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full
One for your sweater and one for your rug
One for your blanket to keep
Oh, you can't pull the wool over my eyes
You can't get away with telling those lies
You're not the way you used to be
I've got eyes and I can see
Connecting them to each other 'til they started to resemble blank canvases
By this time I was an artist so
I just started to see these pictures, these real
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