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Thresher's Flail lyrics
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 song
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
Salt our broken limbs
And you'll make us be better people
Today we'll harvest corn
And every three seconds when a baby is born
We'll imagine their faces
In the places that they have won
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 song
Look us in the centre of our eyes
And tell me when I'm going to die
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