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