clock tickin’ on the chained man walkin’ headin’ up a county road out of town into the desert carryin’ the weight of the old scapegoat too much talk & rumor someone gotta take the blame take the scarlet thread on the neck walk it out of town somewhere far away too much fear & trouble somebody’s gotta go take the weight on their back walk it outa town like the old scapegoat when u go take the fear & violence with you when u go take the writing from the wall let’s walk this goat around . . let’s get him loaded down let’s run this goat right out of town o . . . . ‘fore the sun go down too much loot in the palace somebody gotta pay with a naked neck take the sharp off the knife bleed the sins away too much blood in the river . . . somebody gotta go take the hate on their back . . . off the rocky cliff to the abyss below when u go . . . take the fear & violence with you when u go . . . take the writing from the wall let’s walk this goat around let’s get him loaded down let’s run this goat right out of town when u go . . . take the sin & darkness with you when u go . . . we’ll fire our guns into the air let’s walk this goat around let’s get him loaded down let’s run this goat right out of town o . . . ‘fore the sun go down one last look at the scapegoat baggy-eyed & loaded down shaggy-bearded, sad & broken the old goat falls without a sound