The Goat from New Delusions by Psychoswank

I'm talking like a sage, rattling around my cage.
It was a cinch with just a pinch, and I'm not acting my age

Yeah my pant's are full of lead, I'm thinking with the wrong head.
The geraniums are fresh in bed, and the goat has not been fed.

You're walking like a page, who's lying about her age.
Easy to be sleazy, the politician's wage.

Yeah their pants are full of lead, they're thinking with the wrong head.
The geraniums are plump and red, and the goat has not been fed.

There's a Latin phrase for a latent phase,
Just past the outer crust, inside's burning Funktionlust.

We walk a crooked line, argue about what's mine.
Blinded, til reminded, we have a finite time.

Still our pants are full of lead, we're all thinking with the wrong head.
The geraniums are fresh and red, and the goat has not been fed.

So am I talking like a sage, or rattling around my cage?
Easy, thick and breezy, the style is all the rage.

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