GOAT Lyrics

An old Irishman shuffles into a bar at sundown with his eyes low and his head down

The bartender says

Hey, Billy

What's the matter

You seem troubled

Billy responds with

You see this bar we're standing in

I built it with me own hands

But they don't call me the bar builder, no

And the bridge everyone uses to cross the river to get to the market

I built that that with me own hands too

But do they call me the bridge builder

No, they do not

And the wall that protects our city

I built that with me own hands too

And they don't call me the wall builder neither

But you fuck one goat