Rain Follows The Plow کے بول

Straight away I learned to pray Heap praise upon the sky You go to heaven when you die But keep that lake of fire in mind Broke all the rules at Catholic school Turned to a life of crime When I stole that motorbike I left a trail of tears behind Had casual sex, smoked cigarettes Threw caution to the wind Was a winding path but I always plan To get back to you again Till the ground to see the clouds The rain follows the plow But it's never as profound As I wanted it to be Now the birds, they sang the Rites of Spring In summer's La-Z-Boy I sat down to enjoy a world That was comfortable and green Wore a red feather hawk and a Celtic cross Pierced into my ear No matter where I went I meant To make my way back here But I don't need God or common law To tell me right from wrong 'Cause when you press me to your chest I know where I belong