الكلمات الأصلية
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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
