Tricksters
Coyotes will not eat my flowers
They will not
Sneak down from the high ridges
Waving their little red books
Chattering about end times
And of course the beast
Some have pretty petticoats
Coyotes with pretty petticoats
If you want to see their pretty petticoats
Talk to their lawyers!
Wednesday Sunday they don’t come
Tied to their little churches
Comforting their sinners
Coyote crow and raven
Fox news TV dinners
I plant from faith
Just stay away from my garden
I plant what I can
When fall comes.
And if you come
You’ all
I have guns
You’ll fall
Its American
It’s the right thing to do!
It’s my act of faith
That one day I can sit down with Jesus
I can break bread with Jesus
Show our flowers to Jesus
And ask him what the fucks going on.
They will not
Sneak down from the high ridges
Waving their little red books
Chattering about end times
And of course the beast
Some have pretty petticoats
Coyotes with pretty petticoats
If you want to see their pretty petticoats
Talk to their lawyers!
Wednesday Sunday they don’t come
Tied to their little churches
Comforting their sinners
Coyote crow and raven
Fox news TV dinners
I plant from faith
Just stay away from my garden
I plant what I can
When fall comes.
And if you come
You’ all
I have guns
You’ll fall
Its American
It’s the right thing to do!
It’s my act of faith
That one day I can sit down with Jesus
I can break bread with Jesus
Show our flowers to Jesus
And ask him what the fucks going on.
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