Lyrics to You Gotta Be Crazy and Raving and Drooling?

Could someone post the lyrics for the early version of Dogs (You Gotta Be Crazy) and the early version of Sheep (Raving and Drooling)....that would be a real treat..

The lyrics would change up through 1975 here and there, as the band kept working on the arrangements, but here is what they sing on the officially-released versions from 1974. They wouldn't be completely reworked into Sheep/Dogs until 1976.

Raving and Drooling

Raving and drooling, I fell on his neck with a scream
He had a whole lot of terminal shock in his eyes
That's what you get for pretending the rest are not real
Babbling and snapping at far-away flies
He will zig-zag his way back through memories of boredom and pain
Raving and drooling, I fell on his neck with a scream
He was caught in the middle
Between the illusion of safety in numbers and being brought down to his knees

You've Got To Be Crazy

You gotta be crazy, you gotta be mean
You gotta keep your shoes and your car clean
You gotta keep smiling, you gotta keep fit
You gotta keep drinking, you gotta eat shit
You gotta be small to be a big shot
You gotta eat meat to stay at the top
You gotta be trusted, you gotta tell lies
You gotta be able to narrow your eyes
You gotta believe they've gotta believe you
You gotta appear to be easy to see through
Gotta be sure you look good on T.V.
Gotta resemble a human being
You gotta keep one eye over your shoulder
It's gonna get harder as you get older
Gotta fly south and hide in the sand
Gotta forget that you're gonna get cancer
And when you lose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows
The bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around
So have a good drown as you go down alone
Dragged down by the stone
You gotta be sure, you gotta be quick
Gotta divide the tame from the sick
Gotta keep all of us docile and fit
You gotta keep everyone buying this shit
They gotta get you started early
Processed by the time you're thirty
You work like f*** 'til you're sixty-five
And then your time's your own until you die
Gotta admit to lot of confusion
Pain in the head is the child of collusion
Gotta resist this creeping malaise
Gotta believe in the way you get out of the maze
But you, you just keep on pretending
You can tell a sucker from a friend
But you still raise the knife to stranger, lover, friend and foe alike
Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was sent out to play on his own
Who was raised on a diet of shame
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with bridle and bit
Who was given a seat in the stand
Who was forcing his way to the rails
Who was offered a place on the board
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone
Dragged down by the stone

thats awesome thank you so much.