| Song | Wordmule |
| Artist | Jim White |
| Album | Wrong-Eyed Jesus! (Mysterious Tale of How I Shouted) |
| [ti:Wordmule] | |
| [ar:Jim White] | |
| [al:Wrong-Eyed Jesus! (Mysterious Tale of How I Shouted)] | |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : White |
| [00:43.85] | Your world is in flames there ain't even a name |
| [00:47.19] | |
| [00:47.39] | For the feelings you feel as you watch it all burn. |
| [00:50.96] | |
| [00:51.11] | There's a girl in the distance, she's calling your name, |
| [00:54.18] | |
| [00:54.38] | But the name that she's calling is not your name, she calls: |
| [00:58.21] | |
| [00:58.41] | The word-mule! the word-mule! the word-mule! |
| [01:02.79] | |
| [01:02.98] | But he's plowing the field |
| [01:05.05] | |
| [01:05.25] | The word-mule! the word-mule! the word-mule! |
| [01:10.09] | |
| [01:10.29] | But he's plowing the field |
| [01:26.46] | |
| [01:26.66] | And you can't walk on that water, I know 'cause I tried. |
| [01:30.13] | |
| [01:30.29] | It's our spider web-thinking, it's just too heavy with holes. |
| [01:33.65] | |
| [01:33.79] | And our thoughts they are made up of red georgia clay, |
| [01:37.28] | |
| [01:37.43] | We think we know everything, but man we don't know: |
| [01:41.56] | |
| [01:41.71] | The word-mule! the word-mule! the word-mule! |
| [01:47.26] | |
| [01:47.56] | But he's plowing the field |
| [01:48.62] | |
| [01:48.83] | The word-mule! the word-mule! the word-mule! |
| [02:34.38] | |
| [02:34.58] | My friends, |
| [02:35.44] | |
| [02:35.59] | Look out for hustlers for preachers for shysters, |
| [02:38.40] | |
| [02:38.60] | Them silver-tongued saints who pretend to do good, |
| [02:41.32] | |
| [02:41.53] | 'Cause they're geeks biting chicken-heads off with their witty rejoinders they ain't nothing but greasy fast food for: |
| [02:52.33] | |
| [02:52.53] | The word-mule! the word-mule! the word-mule! |
| [02:58.03] | |
| [02:58.23] | But he's plowing the field |
| [02:58.48] | |
| [02:58.69] | The word-mule! the word-mule! the word-mule! |
| [03:03.89] | |
| [03:04.09] | But he's plowing the field |
| ti: Wordmule | |
| ar: Jim White | |
| al: WrongEyed Jesus! Mysterious Tale of How I Shouted | |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : White |
| [00:43.85] | Your world is in flames there ain' t even a name |
| [00:47.19] | |
| [00:47.39] | For the feelings you feel as you watch it all burn. |
| [00:50.96] | |
| [00:51.11] | There' s a girl in the distance, she' s calling your name, |
| [00:54.18] | |
| [00:54.38] | But the name that she' s calling is not your name, she calls: |
| [00:58.21] | |
| [00:58.41] | The wordmule! the wordmule! the wordmule! |
| [01:02.79] | |
| [01:02.98] | But he' s plowing the field |
| [01:05.05] | |
| [01:05.25] | The wordmule! the wordmule! the wordmule! |
| [01:10.09] | |
| [01:10.29] | But he' s plowing the field |
| [01:26.46] | |
| [01:26.66] | And you can' t walk on that water, I know ' cause I tried. |
| [01:30.13] | |
| [01:30.29] | It' s our spider webthinking, it' s just too heavy with holes. |
| [01:33.65] | |
| [01:33.79] | And our thoughts they are made up of red georgia clay, |
| [01:37.28] | |
| [01:37.43] | We think we know everything, but man we don' t know: |
| [01:41.56] | |
| [01:41.71] | The wordmule! the wordmule! the wordmule! |
| [01:47.26] | |
| [01:47.56] | But he' s plowing the field |
| [01:48.62] | |
| [01:48.83] | The wordmule! the wordmule! the wordmule! |
| [02:34.38] | |
| [02:34.58] | My friends, |
| [02:35.44] | |
| [02:35.59] | Look out for hustlers for preachers for shysters, |
| [02:38.40] | |
| [02:38.60] | Them silvertongued saints who pretend to do good, |
| [02:41.32] | |
| [02:41.53] | ' Cause they' re geeks biting chickenheads off with their witty rejoinders they ain' t nothing but greasy fast food for: |
| [02:52.33] | |
| [02:52.53] | The wordmule! the wordmule! the wordmule! |
| [02:58.03] | |
| [02:58.23] | But he' s plowing the field |
| [02:58.48] | |
| [02:58.69] | The wordmule! the wordmule! the wordmule! |
| [03:03.89] | |
| [03:04.09] | But he' s plowing the field |