Konika & Maliko

Konika and Maliko

One is black and one is gold

One is waiting for me when I wake

The other's on the outside, out late

Dreaming where the hearth is hot

Prick your ears for knob and lock

The cardinal will keep its straw and lint

On the sill where you are never gon' get

Konika and Maliko

Walk a mile and then you'll know

You wouldn't want to wear the boots on them

You wouldn't want to chase the hour hand

I bet you'd lie for wine and bread

I bet you'd steal for roof and rent

I bet you'd bitch like you were never bought

And I bet you'd kill like you would never get caught