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the divine comedy - the plough lyrics

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i packed up my suitcase and left the old farm
i promised my papa, i’d come to no harm
and i went to the city where i was employed
in a firm of accountants as an office boy

i fetched and i carried, i watched and i learned
and slowly but surely i rose through the firm
but then i discovered my colleagues one day
m-ssaging the figures for personal gain
i said, “i’ll not wallow in this house of shame”

i’ll plough my own furrow, i’ll go my own way

gravely i listened to reverend mcbride
down at the mission house each friday night
heaven’s salvation for those who know best
h-ll and d-mnation for all of the rest

try as i might, i could not understand
why the almighty’s all merciful hand
should cast away those whose only mistake
was never to know the christian faith
the stars that we follow can lead us astray

i’ll plough my own furrow, i’ll go my own way

i fled from the capital’s bourgeois malaise
and trekked through the wilderness for fourteen days
’til i found the guerrillas camped high in the hills
i asked comrade diaz, whom i should k!ll

i crept into town with a knife in my t–th
and entered the home of the chief of police
i stood at his bedside and raised up my blade
then i looked to the crib where his little one lay
you murder tomorrow by k!lling today

i’ll plough my own furrow, i’ll go my own way

- the divine comedy lyrics

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