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