Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Mutant , by - Trader Horne. Song from the album Morning Way, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 31.12.1969
Record label: Sanctuary Records Group
Song language: English
The Mutant |
| 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 |