Sheep to the slaughter
Oh, this must be love
All your sons and daughters in a strangle, all with a kid glove
Eyes like saucers; oh, you think she`s a dish
She is the blue chip that belongs to the big fish
Big sister will be watching over you
Sister see, sister do
She`s got to save me
She`s got you playing Russian Roulette
Sport of kings, the old queen`s heart
The prince of darkness stole some tart
It`s in the papers, it`s in the charts
It`s in the stop press before it all starts
With a hammer and a slap `n` tickle in inquisitive garments
With all the style and [finesse] purchase of armaments
Compassion went out of fashion, that`s all your concernment
Sweat it out for thirty seconds on all the prudeness
Big sister will be watching over you
Sister see, sister do
She`s got to save me
She`s got you playing Russian Roulette
She`s got to save me
She`s got you playing Russian Roulette