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This mule ain’t from MoscowThis mule ain’t from the SouthBut this mule has some learnin' Mostly mouth-to-mouthThis mule could be called stubborn and lazyBut in a clever sorta’ way this mule could be workin’, waitin’ and learnin’ and plannin’ For a sacred kind of day A day when burnin’ sticks and crosses is not mere child’s play But a madman in his most incandescent bloomWhose lover’s soul is imperfection and is most lustrous groom.So, stand fast there young muleSoothe in contemplation That burning whole and aching thighYour stubbornness is ever livingAnd cool anxiety is about to dieFreedom for your daddyFreedom for your mommaFreedom for your brothers and sistersBut no freedom for meLetras de cancionesFreedom for your daddy’s daddyFreedom for your momma’s mommaFreedom for your brothers and sistersBut no freedom for meFreedom for your daddy’s daddyFreedom for your momma’s mommaFreedom for your brothers and sistersBut no freedom for me From Letras Mania