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