If misery loves company (and isn't that why you clung to me') let's all come together and we'll a call it a church. Put a few people on pedestals and they can tell us why we hurt. And I will hold these people with such high esteem (o my god, if you fail, you fail the whole machine). Aren't we all just wolves in sheep's clothing' Shepherd, tend to your flock, but look out for the beast 'cause she's a mean one, you see. She's beautiful, she's ugly, her lips taste like honey and she's been eyeing you the way that she's eyeing me.