the Earth from the rim of a ship Heard the whistle of the damnation train But I didn't see her coming Baby clear sky light That lyin' goat borrowed
them with shit-a. Then the music stopped. And everything was quiet. And all the rock and rollers started a fucking goat riot. ROCK AND ROLLERS: Kill the goat! Kill the goat! Kill the goat! Kill the goat
was a man) Who had a goat (Who had a goat) He loved that goat (He loved that goat) Indeed he did (Indeed he did) He loved that goat (He loved that goat
You get my goat; I'll slit your throat I'll cut your head off while I'm at it We've got a date so don't be late; I don't think eight is all that early
Let's blame the music world or maybe the gun makers What about the books and movies, our scape goats they will be Gaze into the cyber realm and its information
come again Turn around, freak out, drop out, goat Turn around, freak out, drop out, come again Turn around, freak out, drop out, come again Turn around, freak out, drop out, goat
't gonna stop The governor he been long gone, anchor dropped on his front lawn Build a keep and dig a moat, the return of the Swollen Goat Can you hear
Could be holding you tonight Could quit doing wrong, start doing right You don't care about what I think I think I'll just stay here and drink Hey, putting
I'm coming. Try to stop me. Push furniture in front of the door. It only gives me something to push against. In the full heat of the summer's day, You
I caught me a rabbit To keep me company And I'm here in my car And the rabbit's here with me. Heading out Highway 1, Respecting out posted speed limits
Just as the last smoke subsides you'll see my fingers. Hoisting my body atop the charred debris. Who is that creature with the crazed look in his eyes
Toward the end of our first year in Las Vegas, You looked up from your little corner And I saw that your face was getting a little brighter. And then
Catch a lucky break try to make it last Rig a blanket curtain up between the present and the past Play my lucky number for most of what they're worth
Crude little wooden idols and aviator shades The trinkets and the treasures we brought back from the crusades Some guy in an Impala shakes his head when
Come hard through the fog blindfolded and bound Till we stand at the edge of a hole in the ground We hold hands and we jump and as we fall we sing Paupers
Brave young cowboys of the near north side Mount those bridge rails Ride all night Scream when captured Arch your back Let this whole town hear your knuckles
Let the camera pull back till the fullness of the frame is clear and plain Peer into the screen until you see it all like a vision in a crystal ball Let
If you really want to conjur up a ghost Cultivate a space for things that hurt you most Rake the sands until they surface Bind their tiny eyes Stake