Your Tomorrow - Plain Jane Automobile

Don't you ever stop
You're a Shepherd and these people are your flock
Under darkness they make haste around the clock
With wings to gather speed
The hunted came to see
How you shelter them and kill for them to eat
So they left a pile of stars inside the gates
And climbed out through a hole in the wall
This is how the world is
This is how the world is
Listen how the world is
Falling apart
Beasties in the room
Dressed up like sheep
They're chasing down the bones from you
Stealing from their hands these passengers
Who barely have a ghost of a heart
Rifles in their hands and a massacre to plan
They are asking you to spare their lives
And the thousands that you save
They will multiply their names
And come live with you in old New York