They bought us for our values
We got rich but remained confused
Where to go now?
When you’re not sure who you are
Who tells you what to do?
We just want to enjoy life
Have others think we’re nice
But it’s hard work acting nice
Yet now we’re really excited
They’ll build brand new ruins just for us!
Stacked with Golden Arches and short stone tombs
Glistening lawns stretching to the sea
But there is one worry
Conversations about dogs
Constitute a crime
We like dogs
Especially sheepdogs
They’ve always been good to us
Yet dogs talk an awful lot
Act like they really know who they are
Is knowing too much
The first crime?
Though we’ve accepted the offer
(It’s hard to turn down good grass)
We have our rights
We will be ruthless
We will never accept nose rings
It’s lucky we can’t bark