Jocke! EN, TVÅ, TRE, FYR Just like a sheep in a pen, I Wait for the thunder to strike me down And by the bales of hay, I Keep myself calm Then, at the holy table I find a thickening of air She pulls me closer thinking I'm some kind of teddy bear But I, I'm a libertine I am a black sheep, creep, and I call bullshit I don't wanna be A wannabe, gonnabe, probably just a libertine, yeah Just a libertine, yeah Suddenly herds have gathered Eyes fly high while popping out Starting to reassemble a choir of angels Talking of love eternal Clouds that keep you safe and sound So by the bales of hay, I Rise from the underground Because I'm the libertine I am a black sheep, creep, and I call bullshit I don't wanna be A wannabe, gonnabe, probably just a libertine I'm the libertine, the darkest sheep And I, I, I, I, I I don't wanna be A wannabe, I'm probably gonna be just a libertine, yeah Line me up Sink me down Line me up Sink me down