Children Of The Corn Lyrics

Left me here to rot

Burning up the crops

Staring at the clock

Give a fuck about the Thots

Left me here to rot

Burning up the crops

Staring at the clock

Give a fuck about the Thots

Left me here to rot

Burning up the crops

Staring at the clock

Give a fuck about the Thots

Left me here to rot

Burning up the crops

Staring at the clock

Give a fuck about the Thots

You say you wish me well

But you wish me hell

Got the pistol to my dome

If I blow it then oh well

Serving up the scales

My life cold as hell

I'm roaming on my own

In the land of the veil

This shit don't feel real

Like how do I prevail ?

Breaking up the weed

Roll it up

And I inhale

Got the wolves on my tail

Kick these bitches out here

I can't trust nobody if they vision not clear

Got this evil glare

In they eyes when they fucking stare

I'll tie em to the chair

Got the snakes in my ear

I'll burn em to a crisp

They can suck a dick

I got it on my own

Now they looking for some chips

Left me here to rot

Burning up the crops

Staring at the clock

Give a fuck about the Thots

Left me here to rot

Burning up the crops

Staring at the clock

Give a fuck about the Thots

Left me here to rot

Burning up the crops

Staring at the clock

Give a fuck about the Thots

Left me here to rot

Burning up the crops

Staring at the clock

Give a fuck about the Thots