Mr. Trickster

Chained to my trees and you convince me You’re my sweetest story Told throughout centuries In too many ways Looking for a man to just let the man do it Ya you’re no good for me But if you say that, I’ll lose it Mr. Trickster you’re bullshit Simple silver mess Look at the time, nearly the hour All your homemade pets have left Operation take away Brought out my flaws just to teach them You sing it like an anthem Gritted teeth expose me But I feel the same Mentioning me in your stories This game is my favourite You play it like a trumpet Repeat the day we met Simple silver mess Look at the time nearly the hour All your homemade pets have left Operation take away You ban disability and sadness With chakras and hammocks Begging those who long for post gendered skies Let us keep our cover it’s our only lie Simple silver mess Look at the time, nearly the hour All your homemade pets have left Operation take away