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