[Verse 1]

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"

He says "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

In your eyes"

[Verse 2]

A black sheep boy grows horns, breathing smoke through his microphone

The airwaves stretch and they groan

Bleeding, birthing his black diapason

He says "there's plenty of things to wear when you come to me

Every color of sleeve to be rolled

There are 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

[Verse 3]

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 hoof prints where he carried you?)

[Verse 4]

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

[Verse 5]

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

He says "I am waiting on hoof and on hand

I am waiting, all hated and damned

I am waiting, I snort and I stamp

I am waiting

You know that I am

Calmly waiting to make you my lamb"