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