Woe to the shepherd
Who cares for himself
His comfort and wealth before his sheep
Before his sheep
The lion and the leopard
Are robbing them blind
And soon they will dine on his sheep
On his sheep
Was it not enough to eat from green pastures?
But you ran all around
And trampled 'em down with your feet
Whoa, with your feet
Woe to the vulture
You prey on the weak
The ones who would seek your help
Seek your help
Should be a protector
You sooth your sheep with your harp
While you secretly sharpen your teeth
Sharpen your teeth
Was it not enough to eat from green pastures?
But you ran all around
And trampled 'em down with your feet
Whoa, with your feet
Was it not enough to drink the clear water?
But you filled it with blood
And turned it to mud with your feet
Whoa, with your feet
Will you ever surrender?
Will you heed to the call?
Will you let yourself fall to your knees?
To your knees
For I'll bring a new Shepherd
Who throws feasts for the poor
And lifts the thieves and the whores back to their feet
Back to their feet
Was it not enough to eat from green pastures?
But you ran all around
And trampled 'em down with your feet
Whoa, with your feet
Was it not enough to drink the clear water?
But you filled it with blood
And turned it to mud with your feet
Whoa, with your feet
Was it not enough to rest in my arms?
But you ran away
And wandered astray with your feet
Whoa, with your feet