8 acessos
The goat I see
Howling at me
Hasn't got two horns but three
Here comes the goat
Ripping her throat
On the strange boat
Why did the goat kill me?
Buried me under a tree
Never to be set free
I'm the one whom the goat was killed by
Look at me, you must die
Now the goat is dead
I pulled of the head...
Dead... dead... dead.... dead