Black Sheep Pantomime

He got his way of concentration
Another night in his collection
With people that he probably knows

Pretty destroying quarreling patience
Energized by shade of pretence
'Till quiet morning with him goes

And people that he probably knows
They are near
Without fear
Talking 'bout their priceless roles
So blear
Full of fear
People that he probably knows...

...And there it goes, a night of concentration
Another way in his collection
With teatime that probably flows

"We terminate the isolation"
That's the creed of one man nation
This sick pantomime well goes

'Cause people that he probably knows
They are near
Without fear
Talking 'bout their priceless roles
So blear
Full of fear
People that he probably knows...
This sick pantomime well goes...

...You know he tried some methods of strict self-control
But all his tries were burning in flames
Unable to hide from them or tell them to hide
They are uneasy to break to be tamed
With putting demons and angels on his second row
He came to one of those idioms
Don't tell him
'Cause he's able to know
He's the black sheep in his own flock...