40 Furrows Lyrics
| Song | 40 Furrows |
| Artist | Common Market |
| Album | Tobacco Road |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Hopped up, beast in the veins, and when it courses through | |
| He’s liable to get at you something awful | |
| Push up on a posse like “you prolly a product of something, too” | |
| But of course, obstacle the whole line could run through | |
| Fire breather like he’s swallowing bottles of paraffin | |
| Peregrine clutch on the cup, shootin’ a pair of them | |
| Love hustler, pash pusher – penny-a-peck | |
| The effect blocked and set the scene at Virginia Tech | |
| Ripple rocked water craft – helluva wake | |
| Now it’s either orders or oars taken from the head of state | |
| Stay deliberating probable cause for allegation | |
| We’re rowing, they’re steady posturing to keep their backs straightened | |
| No doubt, baby – varsity crew | |
| Steer the vessel over top of the swell and dock boon | |
| Proper swoon unit, group and do work; usurp swagger lords | |
| Lip servicing, you’re sayin’ shit with the jabber jaws | |
| Love how you’re suckin’ down the back catalog | |
| Yeah, the money moves slow, but it’s plenty room to grow | |
| Notice the glow – they’re rollin’ in with Tennyson brigades | |
| To collect tithe – slide your ten percent in the plate | |
| Gotta spend to save, double-up – stackin’ the odds | |
| Apply your cosmetics, baby – get attractive for God | |
| And if the rapture don’t come, cousin, then pass the guns | |
| I burn ‘em for the return of my investment funds | |
| Trouble jumpin’ on – I saw when the chariot swung low | |
| And I blinked but, I think I caught a glimpse of Seung Cho | |
| Unsho’ if even one’ll go or if I wanna know | |
| Hail a yellow cab to carry me back home – the bungalow | |
| Shanty complex and the resolution is simple | |
| Turn the temple into condos and sell bottled water | |
| I aint bothered over nothin’, the covenant’s up in Gotham | |
| With a wonderful underabundance of love, it’s a problem | |
| For city staff, take it to the magistrate | |
| From an early age, I played with matches, mate | |
| Charred world of waste, pray I make it to the holy gates | |
| Spent my last days askin’ for lights, cravin’ the burley taste | |
| Kentuck’ your jewelry, your crucifix is proven to be fool’s gold | |
| Now I’mma show you how to use it to plow rows | |
| Synonymous are worship and work | |
| Prostrate and put your face in the dirt (like this)…. |
| Hopped up, beast in the veins, and when it courses through | |
| He' s liable to get at you something awful | |
| Push up on a posse like " you prolly a product of something, too" | |
| But of course, obstacle the whole line could run through | |
| Fire breather like he' s swallowing bottles of paraffin | |
| Peregrine clutch on the cup, shootin' a pair of them | |
| Love hustler, pash pusher pennyapeck | |
| The effect blocked and set the scene at Virginia Tech | |
| Ripple rocked water craft helluva wake | |
| Now it' s either orders or oars taken from the head of state | |
| Stay deliberating probable cause for allegation | |
| We' re rowing, they' re steady posturing to keep their backs straightened | |
| No doubt, baby varsity crew | |
| Steer the vessel over top of the swell and dock boon | |
| Proper swoon unit, group and do work usurp swagger lords | |
| Lip servicing, you' re sayin' shit with the jabber jaws | |
| Love how you' re suckin' down the back catalog | |
| Yeah, the money moves slow, but it' s plenty room to grow | |
| Notice the glow they' re rollin' in with Tennyson brigades | |
| To collect tithe slide your ten percent in the plate | |
| Gotta spend to save, doubleup stackin' the odds | |
| Apply your cosmetics, baby get attractive for God | |
| And if the rapture don' t come, cousin, then pass the guns | |
| I burn ' em for the return of my investment funds | |
| Trouble jumpin' on I saw when the chariot swung low | |
| And I blinked but, I think I caught a glimpse of Seung Cho | |
| Unsho' if even one' ll go or if I wanna know | |
| Hail a yellow cab to carry me back home the bungalow | |
| Shanty complex and the resolution is simple | |
| Turn the temple into condos and sell bottled water | |
| I aint bothered over nothin', the covenant' s up in Gotham | |
| With a wonderful underabundance of love, it' s a problem | |
| For city staff, take it to the magistrate | |
| From an early age, I played with matches, mate | |
| Charred world of waste, pray I make it to the holy gates | |
| Spent my last days askin' for lights, cravin' the burley taste | |
| Kentuck' your jewelry, your crucifix is proven to be fool' s gold | |
| Now I' mma show you how to use it to plow rows | |
| Synonymous are worship and work | |
| Prostrate and put your face in the dirt like this. |
| Hopped up, beast in the veins, and when it courses through | |
| He' s liable to get at you something awful | |
| Push up on a posse like " you prolly a product of something, too" | |
| But of course, obstacle the whole line could run through | |
| Fire breather like he' s swallowing bottles of paraffin | |
| Peregrine clutch on the cup, shootin' a pair of them | |
| Love hustler, pash pusher pennyapeck | |
| The effect blocked and set the scene at Virginia Tech | |
| Ripple rocked water craft helluva wake | |
| Now it' s either orders or oars taken from the head of state | |
| Stay deliberating probable cause for allegation | |
| We' re rowing, they' re steady posturing to keep their backs straightened | |
| No doubt, baby varsity crew | |
| Steer the vessel over top of the swell and dock boon | |
| Proper swoon unit, group and do work usurp swagger lords | |
| Lip servicing, you' re sayin' shit with the jabber jaws | |
| Love how you' re suckin' down the back catalog | |
| Yeah, the money moves slow, but it' s plenty room to grow | |
| Notice the glow they' re rollin' in with Tennyson brigades | |
| To collect tithe slide your ten percent in the plate | |
| Gotta spend to save, doubleup stackin' the odds | |
| Apply your cosmetics, baby get attractive for God | |
| And if the rapture don' t come, cousin, then pass the guns | |
| I burn ' em for the return of my investment funds | |
| Trouble jumpin' on I saw when the chariot swung low | |
| And I blinked but, I think I caught a glimpse of Seung Cho | |
| Unsho' if even one' ll go or if I wanna know | |
| Hail a yellow cab to carry me back home the bungalow | |
| Shanty complex and the resolution is simple | |
| Turn the temple into condos and sell bottled water | |
| I aint bothered over nothin', the covenant' s up in Gotham | |
| With a wonderful underabundance of love, it' s a problem | |
| For city staff, take it to the magistrate | |
| From an early age, I played with matches, mate | |
| Charred world of waste, pray I make it to the holy gates | |
| Spent my last days askin' for lights, cravin' the burley taste | |
| Kentuck' your jewelry, your crucifix is proven to be fool' s gold | |
| Now I' mma show you how to use it to plow rows | |
| Synonymous are worship and work | |
| Prostrate and put your face in the dirt like this. |
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