Golden Goat - Snakefinger

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