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SINGER: Jim White
SONG: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...
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