Sweet Little Farm by Muddasheep Lyrics

I am an artist
And a poet too
I serve a sadist
Who i wouldn't sue

His name is muddasheep
Your skin begins to creep
I'll tell you the story
About a growing white fury

On a sweet little farm
A sheep was born
It started to harm
And destroyed the farmer's corn

Soon it became depressive
It took the farmer's shotgun
And some big explosives
Muddasheep was gone

We like muddasheep
We need muddasheep
We are his slaves
And we are unworthy