| Song | Mustard Seed |
| Artist | kidneythieves |
| Album | Trickstereprocess |
| 作曲 : Dominguez, Somers | |
| Hill up the road, gathering thoughts never adding the way | |
| I want them | |
| Sweet Jesus show me through the | |
| Indian paintbrush | |
| Faith wasCursed upon me, a mustard seed was good enough for him and good enough to me | |
| Or after all, will | |
| I shake my magic 8 ball, it's bubbling | |
| And the brisk walking heartbeat won't tire me, it keeps me strong | |
| Faith wasCursed upon me, a mustard seed was good enough for him and its good enough to me | |
| Pillar of salt, shaker of black | |
| Killer of thought, turning my back | |
| Believe you were wrong and said they would laugh and | |
| I'm trying to be humble about it | |
| I like the rain, | |
| I like going against the grain | |
| Seems to me | |
| I'm cutting out a simple pattern---she was weak--- | |
| Hill up the road, watching my thoughts chase each other | |
| Sweet Jesus show me the faith cursed upon me--she walked away-- | |
| FAMILIARNo, won't leave this habit... | |
| Earth, fire, water air | |
| In the open eye, familiar | |
| You are my sacred pet, eases all my killing time | |
| Seek with me in candlelight | |
| Dust the cobwebs in my mind | |
| No, won't leave this habit | |
| Follow, sit, heal, lay | |
| You will never stray, familiar | |
| You can't hide, your face is blind | |
| I call you by my side | |
| No, won't leave this habit | |
| Even if we take the best of each other | |
| Even if I hate to see you own another | |
| Even if we make the worst of each other | |
| Even if we play a game with one another | |
| It's familiar | |
| Earth, fire, water, air | |
| In the open mind, familiar | |
| Scratch the surface, you're in too deep | |
| Bite the hand that's feeding me | |
| No, won't leave this habit | |
| Even if we take the best of each other | |
| Even if I hate to see you own another | |
| Even if we make the worst of each other | |
| Even if we play a game with one another | |
| It's familiar |
| zuò qǔ : Dominguez, Somers | |
| Hill up the road, gathering thoughts never adding the way | |
| I want them | |
| Sweet Jesus show me through the | |
| Indian paintbrush | |
| Faith wasCursed upon me, a mustard seed was good enough for him and good enough to me | |
| Or after all, will | |
| I shake my magic 8 ball, it' s bubbling | |
| And the brisk walking heartbeat won' t tire me, it keeps me strong | |
| Faith wasCursed upon me, a mustard seed was good enough for him and its good enough to me | |
| Pillar of salt, shaker of black | |
| Killer of thought, turning my back | |
| Believe you were wrong and said they would laugh and | |
| I' m trying to be humble about it | |
| I like the rain, | |
| I like going against the grain | |
| Seems to me | |
| I' m cutting out a simple patternshe was weak | |
| Hill up the road, watching my thoughts chase each other | |
| Sweet Jesus show me the faith cursed upon meshe walked away | |
| FAMILIARNo, won' t leave this habit... | |
| Earth, fire, water air | |
| In the open eye, familiar | |
| You are my sacred pet, eases all my killing time | |
| Seek with me in candlelight | |
| Dust the cobwebs in my mind | |
| No, won' t leave this habit | |
| Follow, sit, heal, lay | |
| You will never stray, familiar | |
| You can' t hide, your face is blind | |
| I call you by my side | |
| No, won' t leave this habit | |
| Even if we take the best of each other | |
| Even if I hate to see you own another | |
| Even if we make the worst of each other | |
| Even if we play a game with one another | |
| It' s familiar | |
| Earth, fire, water, air | |
| In the open mind, familiar | |
| Scratch the surface, you' re in too deep | |
| Bite the hand that' s feeding me | |
| No, won' t leave this habit | |
| Even if we take the best of each other | |
| Even if I hate to see you own another | |
| Even if we make the worst of each other | |
| Even if we play a game with one another | |
| It' s familiar |