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