Threshers Flail

Still cornfields roasting you in the sun
Ive never had this much fun
Ive never had my own gun
Bring in the choir, give the kids a goddamn song
Look us in the center of our eye
And tell me when Im going to die
Put on your snow boots
Meet us behind the biggest tree
Fix our broken limbs
And youll make us be better people
Today well harvest corn
And every 3 seconds when a baby is born
Well imagine their faces
and the faces that they have worn
Still cornfields roasting you in the sun
Ive never had this much fun
Ive never had my own gun
Bring in the choir, give the kids a goddamn song
Look us in the center of our eye
And tell me when I am going to die