Sheepsquatch County Fair

Verse 1 (upbeat, off-kilter) Cotton candy stuck to my hands Tilt-a-whirl coughing up its last stand Someone won a rifle at a rigged-out booth Kids chasing sparks in their Sunday shoes Verse 2 (half-spoken, creeping in) Livestock barn smells like rain and heat Blue ribbons nailed to the wrong damn beasts Something’s breathing where the sheep should sleep Too many shadows for one set of feet Pre-Chorus (nervous lift) There’s a bell on a rope that won’t ring right There’s a pen door open we locked last night Chorus (rowdy, almost celebratory) It’s a good night, it’s a cheap thrill Fireworks over the Ferris wheel If you hear hooves where hooves don’t fit No you didn’t — you didn’t see shit Verse 3 (tone shifts darker) Wool matted black with pine and burrs Hands too long where the fleece blurs Eyes set forward like they learned to watch Standing wrong in a place they’re not (callback seed: “standing wrong”) Pre-Chorus 2 Prize hog screaming, judges freeze Something tall moving through the sheep Chorus (louder, more unhinged) It’s a good night, don’t ruin this Don’t count the legs, don’t make a list If it smiles, just look away County fair ends before daybreak (callback seed: “don’t count the legs”) Bridge (spoken, crowd noise underneath) They’ll say it was a prank or a drunk in a suit They’ll say panic makes things mutate But I watched it duck under the exit sign And stand back up past the gate Break (music drops, single guitar hit) That thing was too tall. Final Chorus (shouted, feral) It’s a good night, it’s a bad lie Something holy just learned to hide If it steps into the midway light Someone’s not going home tonight Outro (chanting, collapsing) Don’t look back Don’t count the legs Don’t look back— (feedback, animal noise, abrupt cut)