Текст песни Wordmule (Jim White) с переводом

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 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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