Goat

[Verse 1]
Take off my clothes
I'm a child of a holy course
Sing worship knows God's a goat

The witch has had her faun
The pastor his son
Sealed, nude and cold, God's a goat

[Verse 2]
And you call for your righted wrongs to fit my skin
But laughable is sin
I no longer love the brooding, gilded wind

A name with words to take
You Birth, you shook my hands to shape
My attic to age

[Verse 3]
The sage you seek is old and weak
He's the scent of your own perfume
Hedonists falter, heathens bother you in all you do
And sing the song of my tune