The Goose

He likes to do the things he likes the most Mister right knows rats and their perception of space Under these huge spotlights We argue about that stampede That occurred last night And we behave like a South-African Goose Trapped, trapped, trapped, trapped in a bad mood You only care about money But I only got honey for you You old fool Martini’s smile Is what you crave for Tired of experiencing death When all I need is to laugh on Shakespearе’s face That era is bland Ritualised pеrformance Melting faces all over the place And we behave like a South-African Goose Trapped, trapped, trapped, trapped in a bad mood You only care about honey But I only got money for you You old fool Cold sweat Out of breath The noose is tightening around those bodies Nobody wants to be here Nobody wants to leave Decency is the key A gateway to the world and its societies And we behave like a South African goose Trapped, trapped, trapped, trapped in a bad mood You only care about money And I got some change for you You old loon Hyperstimulation Is what you’re here for