Wordmule

歌詞

Your world is in flames there ain't even a name For the feelings you feel as you watch it all burn. There's a girl in the distance, she's calling your name, But the name that she's calling is not your name, she calls: THE WORD-MULE! THE WORD-MULE! THE WORD-MULE! but he's plowing the field... THE WORD-MULE! THE WORD-MULE! THE WORD-MULE! But he's plowing the field... And you can't walk on that water, I know 'cause I tried. It's our spider web-thinking, it's just too heavy with holes. And our thoughts they are made up of red Georgia clay, we think we know everything, but man we don't know: THE WORD-MULE! THE WORD-MULE! THE WORD-MULE! but he's plowing the field... THE WORD-MULE! THE WORD-MULE! THE WORD-MULE! but he's plowing the field... here come THE WORD-MULE! My friends, look out for hustlers for preachers for sheisters, them silver-tongued saints who pretend to do good, 'cause they're geeks biting chicken-heads off with their witty rejoinders they ain't nothing but greasy fast food for: THE WORD-MULE! THE WORD-MULE! THE WORD-MULE! but he's plowing the field... THE WORD-MULE! THE WORD-MULE! THE WORD-MULE! but he's plowing the field...