Thresher’s Flail

Still cornfields roasting yellow 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 sign Look us in the center of our eyes And tell me when I'm going to die Put on your snowboots Meet us behind the biggest tree Fix our broken limbs And you'll make us be better people Today we'll harvest corn And every three seconds when a- A baby is born We'll imagine their faces And the faces that they have worn Still cornfields roasting yellow 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 sign Look us in the center of our eyes And tell me when I am going to die