PlowingIntotheFieldofLove

Plowing Into the Field of Love - Iceage

All those brash young studs

They have no idea

What it's like up here

I am that ragged figure of a man

Standing in a mansion window

Looking down at the strung out refugees

Some men would question

Why you would feed an animal

With champagne

Paddling through still dark waters

And the moon illuminates a thing white line

Bootlickers stand aside

I am plowing into the field of love

In the dying light

I made a binding contract

With the lucid blue

Our affairs are at chance

Always to it's favor always as it's vessel

As you please

As you please

Please

Paddling through still dark waters

And the moon illuminates a thin white line

Bootlickers stand aside

I am plowing into the field of love

Paddling through still dark waters

And the moon illuminates a thin white line

Bootlickers stand aside

I am plowing into the field of love

They will place me in a hearse hearse

Hearse hearse hearse

I pull me love pull me

Hearse hearse hearse hearse hearse