They Don'T Want Your Corn, They Want Your Kids

It’s nothing new
But it’s something I get used to
Mama, I’m selling my blood
Welcome to hard times
Daddy, I can hear you breathing
I’ll take care of you
Mama, I’m selling my blood
Welcome to hard times
Daddy, I can hear you breathing
I’ll take care of you
I’ll take care of you
I’ll take care of you
They’re taking our children away
I’ll take care of you
They’re taking our children away
I’ll take care of you
And why, I lied
The end, you knew
Before, my love
Is deep, come through
Fathers, brothers
Uncles, cousins
Family and friends and dozens
Brothers, sisters
Husbands, wives
All of them fighting for their lives
Fighting for their lives
Fighting for their lives
I’ll take care of you
I’ll take care of you
I’ll take care of you
I’ll take care of you
I’ll take care of you
(Care of you)