The Golden Goat

No way up and there is 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