from the over the mountain Yeah, we'll run, we'll run right around them We've got no guns, no, we don't have any weapons Just our corn and the children
Yo, I'll see ya'll later on tonight In the beginning her tears where the long awaited rains Of a parched Somali village Red dusted children danced shadows
I've met that point in my life, want came to need Burn these fields of corn that surround My harvest gone at the price of maturity But these remains
corn cob pipe and a button nose And two eyes made out of coal 'Frosty the snowman' is a fairy tale they say He was made of snow But the children know
Oh, the sun rolls down big as a miracle And fades from the Midwest sky And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze As if to say goodbye Oh my grandfather
'm a blur from the driver's side I'm the last gas for an hour if you're going twenty-five I am Texaco and tobacco, I am dust you leave behind I am peaches in September, and corn
Hot corn cold corn bring along the demijohn Hot corn cold corn bring along the demijohn Hot corn cold corn bring along the demijohn Fare thee
it to the street Land shark on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief And curse his first born, is this thing on? Send 'em to the children of the corn,
, I'm a blur from the driver's side I'm the last gas for an hour, if you're going 25 I am Texaco and tobacco, I am dust you leave behind I am peaches in September and corn
town sir Risin' above the factories and the fields Now ever since I was a child I can remember that mansion on the hill In the day you can see the children
whip it out close her eyes and open her mouth i think i need a intervention c-c-c-coke ,dope ,weed ,and then perscription so listen up little children
stay rough like the Clan Panther on my arm, pen and pad in my hand Punk motherfuckers better beware of the Shaolin Defy interactive project Children of the Corn
and so did my wife, Workin' hand in hand to make a good life. With corn in the field and wheat in the bins, I was, oh lord, the father of twins. (chorus) Our children
come when I blow my horn Ol' Blue come when I blow my horn A' Blue come a' runnin' through the yella' corn A' Blue come a' runnin' when I blow my horn
(jane, jane) One for to whistle (jane, jane), one for to sing (jane, jane) One for to do (jane, jane) most any little thing (jane, jane) Chorus: Children
food on the table and shoes on our feet We picked the cotton and gathered the corn We were taught to work from the day we were born Mom and dad and all us children
Captain fantastic raised and regimented, hardly a hero Just someone his mother might know Very clearly a case for corn flakes and classics "Two teas both
Longing look you gave me, that longing look More than enough to keep me fed all year See the children with baskets See their hair cut like corn Neatly