"Thresher's Flail" as written by and Jemima Pearl Abegg Jamin Orrall....
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


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"Thresher's Flail" as written by Jemima Pearl Abegg Jamin Orrall

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    General Commentits roasting yellow not resting I think

    a goddamn song....that makes more sense right?

    Left behind the biggest tree?
    mr_listeron August 26, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General Commenti think its

    put on your snow boots
    meet us behind the biggest tree
    we still have broken limbs
    and youll make us be better people
    hotchagirlon October 25, 2007   Link
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    General CommentCorrection:
    "Today we'll harvest corn
    And every three seconds when a baby is born
    We'll imagine their faces
    In the faces that they have worn"
    She is referring to the past lives of the babies
    Terra1069on March 05, 2008   Link
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    General CommentWoops its "And the faces that they have worn"
    Terra1069on March 05, 2008   Link

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