A black sheep boy revolves over canyons and waterfalls
A black sheep boy dissolves in syringe or in shower stall

He says
There's plenty of time to make you mine tonight,
There's plenty of time to make you mine”

He says
There's plenty of ways to know you're not dying,
All right
Hell, there's plenty of light still left in your eyes”

A black sheep boy grows horns,
Breathing smoke through his microphone
The airwaves stretch and they groan, bleeding, birthing his black diapason

Says
There's plenty of things to wear when you come to me,
Every color of sleeve to be rolled
Millions of rolling eyes that still cling to me
Every language of king is concerned
So why
Did you bawl
From the spell of some old holy song
Some liar laughed as he composed,
Some liar I loved to control?”

A black sheep boy dissolves
In hot cream, in sweet moans,
In each dead bed and empty home,
In each seething bacterium

Killing softly and serial,
He lifts his head, handsome, horned, magisterial
He's the smell of the moonlight wisteria
He's the thrill of the abecedarian
See the muddy hoofprints where he carried you?

And there's plenty of ways to claim his crimes tonight,
And there's plenty of things to do on his dime
And there's plenty of ways to wear his hide tonight,
You've got yours, I've got mine
You've got yours, I've got mine
So why
Did you flee?
Don't you know you can't leave his control
Only call all his wild works your own?
So come back and we'll take them all on
So come back to your life on the lam
So come back to your old black sheep man

Says
I'm waiting on hoof and on hand
I'm waiting, all hated and damned
I'm waiting, I snort and I stamp
I'm waiting, you know that I am,
Calmly waiting to make you my lamb”