اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
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
