Still cornfields resting you in the sun
I`ve never had this much fun
I`ve never had my own gun
Bring in the choir, give the kids a goddamn son
Look us in the centre of our eyes
And tell me when I`m going to die
Put on your snowboots
You left behind the biggest trick
They start broken limbs
And you`re making these better people
Today we`ll harvest corn
And every three seconds when a baby is born
We`ll imagine their faces
In the face that they have won
Still cornfields resting you in the sun
I`ve never had this much fun
I`ve never had my own gun
Bring in the choir, give the kids a Goddamn son
Look us in the centre of our eyes
And tell me when I`m going to die
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