Naked Raygun - The Mule lyrics

A brilliance under mane Cloudy lens and subtle strain A fury sears the vein in time And momentum is decline You see the man is sick With power's arsenic What politic contradicts Change Change in sight Change The lay is right Time Time ignite Like a freak, in a beast, in the least Hand, hang, hang In a spiralling humanity There's a cycle we can see In a throng's monstrosity odds are There'll always be a mule You never can predict the mind of a lunatic A mind so badly sick With strange arithmetic