Down inside the packing houses There is a Judas Ram Leads the sheep into the slaughter And goes free to lead again We are only sheep who follow We are nothing more than slaves While the leaders make decisions That will lead us to our graves You can say I am mistaken You can tell me I am blind I don't want your war and k**ing I will never change my mind I can't let your television Take away my sight I can't let your yellow ribbon Strangled what is right Don't sell your labor to the d**h mills That these warlords profit from Don't bear arms against each other Save us from the Judas Ram