Run through the fields
Don`t look behind
They`re just kids
But you`re gonna die
No time to run away
It`s so long till the dawn
They`re waiting for you
Children of the corn!
Your feet are in the blood
Your body is like ice
Your hands are in the mud
It`s your sacrifice!
Run fast as you can
You chilled to the bone
They`re waiting for you
Children of the corn!
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