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...