Lyrics The Plough.lrc The Divine Comedy
[id: otefzhvv]
[ar: The Divine Comedy]
[al: Victory For the Comic Muse]
[ti: The Plough]
[length: 05:16]
[00:13.09]I packed up my suitcase and left the old farm
[00:19.48]I promised my papa I’d come to no harm
[00:25.73]And I went to the city where I was employed
[00:32.06]In a firm of accountants as an office boy.
[00:51.00]I fetched and I carried, I watched and I learned
[00:57.47]And slowly but surely I rose through the firm.
[01:03.78]But then I discovered my colleagues one day
[01:10.01]Massaging the figures for personal gain
[01:16.47]I said “I’ll not wallow in this house of shame”
[01:26.30]I’ll plough my own furrow, I’ll go my own way.
[01:46.25]Gravely I listened to Reverend McBride
[01:52.54]Down at the mission house each Friday night.
[01:58.95]Heavenís salvation for those who know best,
[02:06.17]Hell and damnation for all of the rest.
[02:24.27]Try as I might I could not understand
[02:30.54]Why The Almighty’s all-merciful hand
[02:36.97]Should cast away those whose only mistake
[02:43.28]Was never to know the Christian faith
[02:49.58]The stars that we follow can lead us astray
[02:59.53]I’ll plough my own furrow, I’ll go my own way
[03:25.73]I fled from the capitalís bourgeois malaise
[03:32.18]And trekked through the wilderness for fourteen days
[03:38.46]’Til I found the guerillas camped high in the hills
[03:45.62]I asked Comrade Diaz whom I should kill.
[04:03.77]I crept into town with a knife in my teeth
[04:10.02]And entered the home of the Chief of Police
[04:16.46]I stood at his bedside and raised up my blade
[04:22.70]But then I looked to the crib where his little one lay
[04:30.07]You murder tomorrow by killing today
[04:40.03]I’ll plough my own furrow, I’ll go my own way.
[04:50.86]Year of Release: 2006