Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Mutant, artist - Trader Horne. Album song Morning Way, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 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 |