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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 fieldAnd 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 shysters,

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

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