Buckle it up in a hundred days, taking up residence. You're sucking it up, in a thousand ways. Setting the precedent. Well, here's a balm to still your heart. Spangles, stars, crepe paper and some glue. Tying it off, slapping your wrists. Taking your medicine. You sputter and cough. Yeah, we're getting the gist. You're ringing the bell again. Well, a pistol shot will tell you when to start. Here's a little something you could chew. Well, you show your face with a black tea smile. And a frozen brain that you put on trial. You're blubbering in the old stockades. About the hearts you broke and mistakes you made. Well, this is no Madonna rising out your pretty throat. It's a goat. There's a lipstick trace. From a Judas kiss. This is regrettable. In another place, you would hang for this. Here it's forgettable. Well, soap might wipe the smudges off your face. We'll all hold our breath until we turn blue. Take off your shirt to show your back. Where the cloven hooves have left their tracks. And you bare your teeth like a million guns. And you blow them all to kingdom come. This is no Messiah rising out your pretty throat. It's a goat. Kick it again. A little bit harder. Kick it again. A little bit farther. Action, cameras, microphones. As you face the multitudes alone. Everybody's dying for a quote. From a goat. There's a million ways to connect the dots by being meticulous. And the Milky Way makes your teeth just rot. Yeah, baby this is ridiculous. Well, the witness disappears without a trace. The prosecution knows when they are through. You pound your fists in a blinding rage. Like a clipped winged crow in a gilded cage. A rush of blood out of control. In a momentary lack of soul. Well, this is no new dawning rising out your pretty throat. It's a goat. You buckle it up for a hundred days, taking up residence.