Testo di We Must Be Ploughed-Up

We must be ploughed up and resewn All the bad habits overgrown Won't you take out the old dirty roots? We thought trimming back would cure it Growing depth in the way I see The way I feel The way I sound And it's all tangled up underground And You're the only one who can plough it. (Pick me up and plant you, instead Lord!) (Pick me up and plant you, instead Lord!) We must be ploughed up and resewn (Pick me up and plant you, instead Lord!) Our growing is never enough, Lord. (Pick me up and plant you, instead Lord!)