Your world is in flames there aint even a name For the feelings you feel as you watch it all burn. Theres a girl in the distance, shes calling your name, But the name that shes calling is not your name, she calls: The word-mule! the word-mule! the word-mule! But hes plowing the field And you cant walk on that water, I know cause I tried. Its our spider web-thinking, its just too heavy with holes. And our thoughts they are made up of red georgia clay, We think we know everything, but man we dont know: The word-mule! the word-mule! the word-mule! But hes plowing the field My friends, Look out for hustlers for preachers for shysters, Them silver-tongued saints who pretend to do good, Cause theyre geeks biting chicken-heads off with their witty rejoinders they aint nothing but greasy fast food for: The word-mule! the word-mule! the word-mule! But hes plowing the field youtube/watch?v=fijzo90Wznc
Posted on: Wed, 15 Oct 2014 09:09:37 +0000
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