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!