Clutch - David Rose Lyrics
Old John Brown left Kansas before the blood had driedAnd as he rode his head did shine like the sun in mid-July.In a tiny farm house by Brunswick pianoHe warmed his boots by the fireplace and read aloud from Samuel.David rose to beat the Philistines with five smooth stones and a sling.One October morning his army did approachThe armory that sat between the Potomac and Shenandoah.The engine house flung open with report of several gunsWhen it was done he looked upon the bodies of his dying sons.David rose to beat the Philistines, with five smooth stones and a sling.Throughout our history there are those ghostsCompelled to illustrate our dreams and hopesVictors hang in pictures, losers from ropes.Regardless they all swing in the same boat.Yeah....yeah, yeahYeah yeah yeah yeah yeahYeah yeahIn Southampton County 'round 1831Nat Turner prayed and the cornstalks swayedA voice rose up and a text was raised.In the planter's steak house they went from room to roomWhen it was done they rode along to liberate Jerusalem.David rose to beat the Philistines, with five smooth stones and a sling.Throughout our history there are those ghostsCompelled to illustrate our dreams and hopesVictors hang in pictures, losers from ropes.Regardless they all swing in the same boat.
