Wordmule
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...
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...
Credits
Writer(s): Jim White
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Drill a Hole in that Substrate and Tell Me What You See (Deluxe Version)
- And the Angels Sing (Rising: Singles Club) - Single
- JWE Music Collection, Vol. 1 - EP
- Misfit's Jubilee
- Smart-Ass Reply
- Sum of What We've Been
- If Jesus Drove a Motor Home (Live)
- Waffles, Triangles & Jesus
- Drift Away
- Far Beyond the Spoken World
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