Here’s to Black Sheep, and beers to White Crows!
Our uniqueness overt, the round pegs in square holes!
To roam in black wool, or to soar in white feather, we’ve no flocks to give when we mob together.
A midnight stampede for all to see...and we care not what they think, for they are not we.
Behold a pale murder! A herd of black sheep! Our character rare, ‘tis something to keep!
The Outsider call is but herd by a few, so if you hear the horns, this club is for ewe!