Black Sheep
Dewey Cox Lyrics

Black sheep, black sheep
Dewey identifies himself as the black sheep, standing out from the rest.

Black sheep, black sheep, me
Dewey emphasizes again that he is the black sheep.

I wasn't dreaming, barely awake
Dewey is feeling disoriented and tired.

Up to the grinder we stroll
Dewey is walking to his place of work.

Not just a fleecing, spilling his will
Dewey's job involves more than just taking wool from sheep - he's also cutting their throats to kill them.

Just half of the kill, my vanishing memories of paradise
Dewey is only getting a portion of the profits from this work, and he misses the peacefulness of life before he started this job.

'Til what do I care?
Dewey is expressing apathy towards his situation.

I'm in a field serene
Dewey finds peace in being in a natural setting.

Miles and miles of solid green
Dewey is surrounded by large fields of grass.

Oh, to feed the flock is a love supreme
Dewey expresses admiration for those who care for the sheep.

I just close my eyes when I fantasize
Dewey escapes from reality by daydreaming.

Much to my surprise
Dewey is surprised at where his mind takes him when he daydreams.

I'm old and half the size that I used to be
Dewey feels like he's not the same person he was before he started this job.

Bye, bye, white brother
Dewey bids farewell to his former self.

This black sheep got a role
Dewey has accepted his new position as the black sheep.

I just open up like a catacomb
Dewey feels like he is revealing his inner self, like opening a tomb.

Though my heart is half
Dewey may feel incomplete or broken.

I'm the half that's home for the life of me
Despite feeling disjointed, Dewey knows that he is still himself.

Bye, bye, pastures of plenty
Dewey says goodbye to the abundant fields of his memory.

I don't know where I'll go
Dewey is unsure of where his future will take him.

The fields are in harmony
The fields are peaceful and working together.

Half is unsung
Dewey feels like some of his identity is hidden or unknown.

Now that the blade has been swung
Dewey feels like his fate has been decided.

The two who were inside of me used to be one sheep
Dewey feels like his old self and new self used to be one entity.

Black sheep, me
Dewey reiterates that he is the black sheep.

I'm losing my fleece from trying
Dewey is working very hard to maintain his identity and sense of self.

I'm losing no sleep, I'm dying
Despite the struggle, Dewey is not losing any sleep over it, but he feels like he is slowly fading away.

Why shouldn't I keep from frying?
Dewey doesn't see a way to escape his situation.

My home is a universe
Dewey feels like his world is contained within himself.

One spot on the sun
Dewey identifies himself as a small, insignificant part of something greater.

Just when the day has begun
Dewey still has a long day ahead of him.

I'm counting the clouds to sleep
Dewey is trying to fall asleep, but is struggling.

I'm starting at one sheep
Dewey is staring at the sheep in his mind as he tries to fall asleep.