Sheep

I’ve got all of the symptoms
And I don’t know wrong from right
I resist the itemized list
But it seems so hard tonight
I don’t want to be a sheep
Just because I’m told
I don’t want to be a sheep
In complete control
You get into my headache
You regulate the pain
But I can’t second guess you
You go directly to my brain
I can’t believe they’re on my side
I’ve been wrong too many times
I do anything you say
I don’t know left from right
I think there’s something in the water
Because it doesn’t taste quite right