Danger Danger here on planet earth
There's a singer songwriter epidemic and they claim it's getting worse
We cannot move for heartfelt lyrics soft and sweet indulgent gimmicks
The song would be over but there's not enough of me yet in it

And so he picked up the phone and haggled lady if it's true
Then 555 vinkloore and no less I might just do the work
That no one else would dare to contemplate
I will create a serum that I know shall break their need
To sing to where others be gathered in a room
And recite a set of bloated impending doom
They shall no more preach messages
From a sense of lack for misery loves company
As they back slap each other back

For we need more shepherds
And not more sheep more sheep more sheep
More sheep more sheep we need more shepherds not sheep
As the sheep start to bleat
Baa Baaaaa

For it seems that human beings are addicted to their pain
Suffering seen from an outside source
How shall I call it? INSANE
It's true they are not conscious of acting consciously
For the main trade on your planet is to indulge in the 'woe is me'
For many have so much but nothing fills them up
The void they're trying to fill it can't be filled up with that stuff
I'll hunt down all the leaders
Switch off their moaning genes
And in time Planet Earth can radiate with joy and new found dreams