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Flying down I had a reinstated ground to throw a riddle in a row
See if it could handle just how to repent
But half way down the battery it stopped the tock from ticking in the clock
And left time for replayed events
I was nearly there with all my landing gear
I treat a trickle to the trough responding with a cough
Call it a nervous reflex
But landing fine I take another toke
To see my plastic coat is now the skin of goat
Your scapegoat escapes from the best
Flying in your plastic coat a trickle to your ravaged throat
You've flown just about as far as you can manage
You'll never see your plastic coat it's turned into the skin of goat
And now you're scared to land again incase its savage
Flying with your plastic coat a riddle why the turn of coat
You've flown just about as hard as you can handle
A better clown could sweep the stage it's hardly been the golden age
And now you're trying to land again and burn this candle
Go Scapegoat, it's savage it's savage
Flying in your plastic coat, a damming hand has slit the throat
But half way down the light flicks on a thoughtful blunder
A renegade would toss the bones but scraps can feed one hundred homes
So skin of kid or hide of goat escapes down under
Go Scapegoat it's savage
Flying, circling, turning round, there's trouble re-instating grounds
When riddles solved ask questions that expose and frame yer
My landing gear is looking fine
The trail blazed will wear the lines of goats'-skin coats,
A scapegoat won't just sleep in danger
Flying in your plastic coat a trickle to your ravaged throat
Go Scapegoat, it's savage it's savage
Flying with your plastic coat a riddle why the turn of coat
You've flown just about as hard as you can handle
A better clown could sweep the stage
It's hardly been the golden age
And now you're trying to land again and burn this candle
© Trystette & THL
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