كلمات Thresher's Flail

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 ...? 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