had some mojo I dont know
bit her hand and charged
wipe her life source from my chin
and my red guileful grin
that belies all the fire that flies
from my nostrils when I cry
get the to a nunnery get the to a nunnery
oh shes a fright in the morning
scare me
but morning maybe being
the opposite of night its just that very fright
that`ll make me goatlike or weepy
so come on down you tremble
yer wound pretty tight
score it with x`s and shove it my way
and when you bite me back
to even it up now there`s a pair
of goat`s that`s livin right
