Ride The Black Goat

The siren moans and I rise

And, in slow motion, I walk

Into my regimentals, I don’t need to think

I find myself armed, in line

And authorized to fire at a strike

But in a lightening my conscience’s back to me

I wanna ride the Black Goat

And use gold pins in black coats

So, I’ll be able to shot

May you believe it or not

I’ll be allowed to be back to the start

Move the left to the right

Heat and smoke bowl in my mind, borderline

On the road, burning miles

I'm gonna ride the Black Goat

Ride the Black Goat

But I'm still here, in this line

And I have orders to fire

Through a dull second some lives belong to me

But who could have any right

To rule above others’ lives?

Right now, I swear that my life won’t serve to this

And now I ride the Black Goat

Out of the streets, on the roads

With sulfur fire and steel spikes

My hammer conducts these rites

Bring out your dead, the chart calls

Let them be what you’re not, just for now

Own yourself is not so hard, you should try

Without square or compass

Do we now ride the White Horse?

Hide the Black Goat!