One of these magicians is bound to get it right
Another damned musician in the middle of the night
The whores are stumbling out from the darkness of their rooms
The whole town's looking up the street to see what he can do

He throws the goat, throw the goat
Let's get the people swaying
Throw the goat, throw the goat
Rock out like you're praying
Throw the goat, throw the goat
No time can be wasted
We're watching history make itself
Let's strip our souls buck naked

The magician lifts his hand, not once, but twice and a third time
The tightrope walker's holding fast to the arms of the birdman
The crowd is hushed and still again, no one knows what we're needing
Except some goddamn magic fast so we don't forget we're living

We throw the goat, throw the goat
Let's get the people swaying
Throw the goat, throw the goat
Rock out like we're praying
Throw the goat, throw the goat
No time can be wasted
We're watching history make itself
Let's strip our souls buck naked

He reaches in his pocket, silver flashes in his hand
Smoke curls from his fingers like a shotgun on the lam
A smile across his face, as he tips his flask and drinks
"A toast!" he yells, "To rock and roll!" and then begins to sing...

Throw the goat, throw the goat
Let's get the people swaying
Throw the goat, throw the goat
Rock out like we're praying
Throw the goat, throw the goat
No time can be wasted
We're watching history make itself
Let's strip our souls buck naked