Goatpuncher
Don’t worry ’bout an invite the guy’s a mate of mine
Buckle up, hold tight, we’ll see you at the party tonight
Left past the bridge, down the alleyway second right
Right down to the end and there you’ll find the party tonight
It’s dark down here, more dark down there
Round the corner, up the stairs if you’re looking for the party tonight
No-one there you know, but it’s where the cool people go
Get you through the door, you get seen at the party tonight
There’s hippies, skins and junkies
There’s yuppies, pimps and flunkies
There’s pornstars and a goatpuncher
There’s weasels, cults and jokers
There’s shysters and stockbrokers
There’s demons and that goatpuncher
Now that we’ve found the place, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be
Not liking the company, not sure about this party tonight
Wish we hadn’t come here, nothing feels right about it
Find a fucking loophole and let’s get out of this party tonight.
