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