Rules for Mules Songtext
von Piebald

Gotta clean my mouth out with soap
I′ve gotta stop swearing
I've gotta stop swearing
Gotta clean my eyes out with dirt
I′ve gotta stop staring
I've gotta stop staring
English was made to be run
And made to be destroyed
Made to be destroyed
Organized organism
Don't ruffle the feathers
Don′t ruffle the feathers
Don′t touch a thing


Call shotgun babe and we can bust
Out of this popsicle stand
Everything good comes to an end
The saddest and happiest day
You will miss that eventually
This white Christmas is too much for me

It is not what you look like
It's who you look like
It′s who you look like
Silence is a crime
And everything's guilty
Everything′s guilty
Wish that I'd met her sooner
Wish that I could consume her
Mistress of Luna
Mistress of Luna
Take care of yourself

Call shotgun babe and we can bust
Out of this popsicle stand
Everything good comes to an end
The saddest and happiest day
You will miss that eventually
This white Christmas is too much for me