Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Misguided Sheep, artist - Louis XIV. Date of issue: 28.01.2008
Song language: English
Misguided Sheep |
| We keep hiding up all our Easter eggs |
| For reasons we just can’t say |
| We’re hiding up all our money |
| When the tax man comes to prey |
| We keep hiding and hiding and hiding |
| All our bits and precious barbs |
| We‘re hiding all our freckles |
| Our wrinkles, and dead end jobs |
| We keep hiding and hiding and hiding |
| From all our hope and fear |
| Until hate boils through us |
| And there’s no one left to care |
| Well we hide from what we want |
| So poisonous and soaked in sin |
| Oh we hide from even our thoughts |
| Until they come around again |
| I can’t see |
| What you don’t let me |
| (All for love) |
| I can’t see |
| What you don’t let me |
| (All for love) |
| All come out to play |
| (All for love) |
| They all come out to play |
| (All for love) |
| We all come out to play |
| Well we duck and we dodge, we pocket and cover |
| All our scraps and ticks |
| Hiding up all our lustful needs so they |
| Won’t know our kicks |
| We keep hiding and hiding and hiding |
| Under blankets inside our bed |
| We nervously chew up our pencils |
| Until our teeth are stained of lead |
| We keep nestling to people like teddy bears |
| Because the good book said |
| «Well he who holds to soft things |
| Won’t die before they’re dead.» |
| (All for love) |
| I can’t see |
| What you don’t let me |
| (All for love) |
| I can’t see |
| What you don’t let me |
| All come out to play |
| They all come out to play |
| I can’t see |
| What you don’t let me |
| (All come out to play)(All for love) |
| We keep hiding and hiding and hiding |
| From robbers and from cops |
| Hiding our paranoid fits |
| Snaps, cracks, and pops |
| Well we hide from what we want |
| So naive and drenched in sin |
| We hide from even our thoughts |
| Until they come around again |
| So we nervously chew up our pencils |
| Until our teeth are stained of lead |
| And me who holds to soft things |
| Won’t die before I’m dead |