The Mutant Lyrics
| Song | The Mutant |
| Artist | Trader Horne |
| Album | Morning Way |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : McAuley | |
| He is a the faker that sits by the river | |
| Holding winged insects in front of his eyes | |
| Face of the aged but feared they would wither | |
| Living their lives, just fearing to die | |
| Cardboard and leather and synthetic fiber | |
| Don't cover his body or flutter his mind | |
| The earth is like Heaven and the water like cider | |
| He walks on the ground and he flies in the sky | |
| Monk in the glass house was breaking his fingers | |
| Doing his penance for someone to see | |
| The head in the alley was licking his papers | |
| And thinking, ?He's thinking he's better than me? | |
| He is but wisdom who looks on the youngster | |
| Thriving, surviving, contriving but free | |
| And if in his wanderings, he should pass your doorstep | |
| Strike up your matches, there's so much to see |
| zuo qu : McAuley | |
| He is a the faker that sits by the river | |
| Holding winged insects in front of his eyes | |
| Face of the aged but feared they would wither | |
| Living their lives, just fearing to die | |
| Cardboard and leather and synthetic fiber | |
| Don' t cover his body or flutter his mind | |
| The earth is like Heaven and the water like cider | |
| He walks on the ground and he flies in the sky | |
| Monk in the glass house was breaking his fingers | |
| Doing his penance for someone to see | |
| The head in the alley was licking his papers | |
| And thinking, nbsp? He' s thinking he' s better than me? | |
| He is but wisdom who looks on the youngster | |
| Thriving, surviving, contriving but free | |
| And if in his wanderings, he should pass your doorstep | |
| Strike up your matches, there' s so much to see |
| zuò qǔ : McAuley | |
| He is a the faker that sits by the river | |
| Holding winged insects in front of his eyes | |
| Face of the aged but feared they would wither | |
| Living their lives, just fearing to die | |
| Cardboard and leather and synthetic fiber | |
| Don' t cover his body or flutter his mind | |
| The earth is like Heaven and the water like cider | |
| He walks on the ground and he flies in the sky | |
| Monk in the glass house was breaking his fingers | |
| Doing his penance for someone to see | |
| The head in the alley was licking his papers | |
| And thinking, nbsp? He' s thinking he' s better than me? | |
| He is but wisdom who looks on the youngster | |
| Thriving, surviving, contriving but free | |
| And if in his wanderings, he should pass your doorstep | |
| Strike up your matches, there' s so much to see |
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