Iceage
Plowing Into The Field Of Love
All those brash young studsThey have no idea what its like up hereI am that ragged figure of a manStanding in a mansion windowLooking down at the strung out refugeesSome men would question why you would feed ananimal with champagnePaddling through still dark watersAnd the moon illuminates a thin white lineBootlickers stand asideI am plowing into the field of loveIn the dying lightI made a binding contract with the lucid blueOur affairs are at chanceAlways to its favorAlways as its vesselAs you pleaseAs you pleasePleasePaddling through still dark watersAnd the moon illuminates a thin white lineBootlickers stand asideI am plowing into the field of loveThey will place me in a hearse
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