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mans colour The cotton was high and the corn was growing fine But that was another place and another time The cotton was high and the corn was
fought she died Her blood is on the hillside We live to tell her story Children of the corn With pride she died Her daughters lay by her side She's our
hug No wonder you feel scrubbed We the children of the Lord Not the children of the corn Doesn't matter how we was born Built it from the dirt Built it
How is our glorious country plowed? Not by iron plows How is our glorious country plowed? Not by iron plows Our lands is plows by tanks and feet,
How is our glorious country ploughed? Not by iron ploughs How is our glorious country ploughed? Not by iron ploughs Our land is ploughed by tanks
Get off my block Yo who these unfamiliar corn balls Get off my block Let's run these niggas off my street corner Get off my block Now who
Get off my block Yo who these unfamiliar corn balls Get off my block Let's run these niggas off my street corner Get off my block Now who
"We'd like to sing a children's song for you now, that's unique. It's the only children's song that we've ever encountered That contains all
Prayed and fasted Demons casted Name of Christ no curse has lasted Christian artist Guess I'm a Target Bought by the blood And it ain't
understand us all We have grown We are children of the corn Hey you’re fucking piece of shit did you hear me now? We are children from the graves, those who
the field "children of the corn" Hide you in the spot, police steady looking at the board For yo dead body (body) You let another dude fuck your ugly shawty
that you showing? Are you Children of the Corn? We divided but not torn All these questions that were formed Are you scared to take a form? We need
Sniff a line/ Conquering Lion/ 225th in line/ If we say We're "Pro-War"/ Only in the fight for peace/ Man, that Means no war/ Think the price of life is
Some say they done cut whisky out, but you can have a little wine Most everybody gets on a drunk by drinkin' this ol' moonshine Now, God don't like
Some say they done cut whisky out, but you can have a little wine Most everybody gets on a drunk by drinkin' this ol' moonshine Now God don't like it
Beware little children, of the one in the corn Beware of his siren-like song Beware of his potion he pours from the horn Or he'll steal you away
hanging in the sky I saw a big black cloud hanging in the sky And I ask my papa when will it roll by Oh we're standing on the edge of the world (Ooh)
Scarecrow grins he's growing very tall Growing tall under the golden sun Growing with the children of the corn Sending out the message of a strange
if you are being a dad Because that is something most children didn't have Sitting by the riverfront, I kick back and laugh At all of this drama, it's
before Living for today Fuck tomorrow Don't give a shit About our children's sorrows The world won't take it Whippin' up a storm We are the scarecrow
Some say they done cut whisky out, but you can have a little wine Most everybody gets on a drunk by drinkin' this ol' moonshine Now, God don't like
bleeding All my niggas children of the corn like Stephen King, I met this broad she was curvy Bitch started twerking when them whips start urr-ing Getting
CHORUS For forty years our Nicolas our prince of men, our shepherd and our gentle guide walked by our side. We turned to him at birth and death in
In nodding heads of rape No mark on your spotless conscience No blemish on your immaculate body Untouched by sight or sound of misery Close
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