[Pep Love]

This is a terrific tale 

Of fiction and fact

Depiction and confliction, back

When your religion was original 

Didn't you know 

There was a shepherd 

He had three sons 

A herd of dirty sheep

He protected three hundred acres 

His land spanned wide

His sons divided three ways 

The night that man died

The eldest felt this 

Opportunity to rise

While the one in the middle still cried

The little one held his father's staff HIGH

Cursed the sky, kissed the ground

Shouted loud as he could "The world is mine!"

Drew a line 

Told his brothers to never cross

And they did the same

Not even knowing what it cost them



[Chorus]

Days are years

Years millennia 

Here's what your religion is

Gimme yours, gimme his

Division is wide

Trinity's lost and blind

I wanna find it 

It remind of what a penny cost



[Verse two]

The sons of the shepherd 

Separated the flock

Every day that they watched them graze 

They started to plot

Against one another 

And since the younger brother 

Dispensed with brotherly bond

And he responded swift

Speedily immediately he would lift

One of the other brother's sheep

If ever the stray they would drift

And give a gift to his self

Thinking of ruling the tribes

He would connive 

To ruin the lives

Of his own blood

As his plot increased 

The eldest grew suspicious

And learned not to sleep

The second son turned to god and asked 

"Why my brothers defy my fathers wish

And it shouldn't be like this"

But learned that's how it is

Hell bound

When he found his older brother drowned

In a well down below the pasture

Blow the horns in Zion

And warned them of the lion to come



[Chorus x2]



At any cost 

To be the boss 

The youngest would pay

His brother learned 

With his brothers death

And then turned 

To his heart 

To see if any love was left

Grabbed his staff

Gathered the flock 

And covered his chest

With steel mesh 

And searched the stretch of the land

Prayed to find his little brother 

So he could remind him

That the shepherd 

Shields the sheep from the leopard

And charged with this duty

Never kills to eat

When he told him this

His reply was that

"My father has died, 

And his land is divided

There's not enough for us, 

So it is a must 

that I make you suffer 

just because"



[Chorus]



And that day

The brotherhood between the three brothers

No longer existed

And their story lives

By themselves

Days are years

Years millennia 

Here's what your religion is

Gimme yours, gimme his

Division is wide

Trinity's lost and blind

I wanna find it 

It remind of what a penny cost