I lay my lambs Down to rest I hate my life He sucks their chest

Late at night When I’m asleep The goats are out And he does eat

I lay in bed And listen close The screams are loud I swig a dose

I wake up early My goats are dead I bury them deep He has been fed

I cry in vain My goats bleed out Within the dirt I sit and pout

Life is done I am complete The sun has set They do not bleat