i seen em movin round estatesnspreadin, up to no goodnnbaa RAM RAM nnlook of vacancy, no politics,ngettin rudennbaa RAM RAMnnpower to the people,nnot their morals or principalsnnbaa RAM RAMnnpower to the ovinenrefined individualnnnbaa ram ewenEWE EWE EWEnnngrazin you be part of the herdnnever on the streets always in the dirtnwhats is feel like, oh shit does it hurt?nyou can only tell me with sheep wordsnbaaraamyou, nah dont talk weirdnyou know exactly why im out herento watch grown men with a face full of tearsnwhen theyre ina pen waitin to be shearednnere why dyu all look the samenoi luv its just becus they all share one brainnthey might just realise one daynthat everyones gonna hate them anywaynnobody ever gonna like a clonenwatch em grow up and live all alonengo on their own like solona hole in the middle like a polo, sorry thats a no-gonnnbaa ram yountry somethin newnwhole new level just like verse 2nnnall embracing blanket like a nomad wears to tend his herdnchoking the weak minded through front covers, force fed sovereignwordsnnnbowing down to fashionnso you can pick up the debrisnnbaa ram ramnnnot an anarchist like sid but still won't nlet you run mennbaa ram ramnnpretend you dont know bout the childrenninb the third world countriesnnbaa ram ramnnwailing like a bansheenmost of em are type Bnall cos of your vanitynnbaa ram youn