Trick Bird - Califone

Bet your eyes you’re a broke law onions and bread born fine

born

late whait in the reeds peels your face and wears it

for a crown

walk into my mouth and tongue marsh’s

mine enemy my enemy

my enemy my trick bird shoulder wing one

leg fine gentle dead

water laps upon the edge temptation

open what’s shut trick bird

enemy my enemy my enemy my

screamers luck old faced baby our

cocaine years trick bird

just yours and mine enemy my enemy my enemy my

enemy my

enemy my enemy