Trader Horne - The Mutant lyrics

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He is a the faker that sits by the river<br />

Holding winged insects in front of his eyes<br />

Face of the aged but feared they would wither<br />

Living their lives, just fearing to die<br />

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Cardboard and leather and synthetic fiber<br />

Don't cover his body or flutter his mind<br />

The earth is like Heaven and the water like cider<br />

He walks on the ground and he flies in the sky<br />

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Monk in the glass house was breaking his fingers<br />

Doing his penance for someone to see<br />

The head in the alley was licking his papers<br />

And thinking, ?He's thinking he's better than me?<br />

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He is but wisdom who looks on the youngster<br />

Thriving, surviving, contriving but free<br />

And if in his wanderings, he should pass your doorstep<br />

Strike up your matches, there's so much to see<br /><br />