Trick bird

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