Golden Goat

No way up and no way down

No room in the middle

And there's no way around

Well, I can't go and I can't stay

My lungs are black

My brain is gray



I have seen the Golden Goat

And he would like to lick my throat

I know his mane, I know his spoor

I know he waits outside my door



That goat's too weak to do me harm

But he has got a big long arm

It fills my dreams, it's in my head

It makes me shake

and wet my bed