Calico

Oh my God, state your will
Marigold stereo, who’s up still?
Man, I seem like someone else
Holding back, making time, to crack this shell

Man, is it meant, what isn’t said, primordial?
Are these colors something that we choose?
Will I find descendants there prepared for me?
I will take it even if I lose

We spin sides, all these things
Bite the fruits, take the ride, clip our wings
Man, up all night, avoiding fights
Shoot me down in a dream, so I will see

Man, heaven sent and the courage saved curiosity
Run and find things that aren’t there
Calico, descendant of the company
Bite your tongue and let it take you there

Don’t you come my way, I’ll push you out
Don’t you come my way, I’ll push you out
Who let you go, got you armed with the sign?
Who let you go, got you armed with style?
What you got? What you got?
What you got? What you got?