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Pet by A Perfect Circle
Don’t fret precious I’m here
Step away from the window
And go back to sleep
Lay your head down child
I won’t let the boogeyman come
Count the bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
Pay no mind to the rabble
Pay no mind to the rabble
Head down, go to sleep
To the rhythm of the war drums
Pay no mind what other voices say
They don’t care about you
Like I do, like I do
Safe from pain and truth and choice
And other poison devils
See, they don’t give a f**k about you
Like I do
Just stay with me
Safe and ignorant
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
Lay your head down child
I won’t let the boogeyman come
Count the bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
Pay no mind to the rabble
Pay no mind to the rabble
Head down, go to sleep
To the rhythm of the war drums
I’ll be the one to protect you from
Your enemies and all your demons
I’ll be the one to protect you from
A will to survive and a voice of reason
I’ll be the one to protect you from
Your enemies and your choices, son
They’re one and the same
I must isolate you
Isolate and save you from yourself
Swayin’ to the rhythm of the new world order
Count the bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drum
The boogeymen cometh
The boogeymen cometh
Keep your head down
Go to sleep
To the rhythm of the war drums
Stay with me
Safe and ignorant
Just stay with me
I’ll hold you and protect you from the other ones
The evil ones
Don’t love you son
Go back to sleep
This is just one of the many favorites of Floyd
Fearless By Pink Floyd
You say the hill’s too steep to climb
Climb it.
You say you’d like to see me try
Climbing.
You pick the place and I’ll choose the time
And I’ll climb
That hill in my own way.
Just wait a while for the right day.
And as I rise above the tree lines and the clouds
I look down, hearing the sound of the things you’ve said today.
Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd
Smiling.
Merciless the magistrate turns 'round
Frowning.
And who’s the fool who wears the crown?
And go down,
in your own way
And every day is the right day
And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow
You look down, hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd.