Rising is the corn,
Rising is the corn.
In spring the shoots are born,
Sprung from the seeds you've sown.
If the dogs here don't dig bones,
The corn will soon be grown.
Rising is the corn.

It gets killed by nematodes
If the ground is not well-hoed.
And to prevent decay,
You just might need to spray.
Get on your tractor and ride,
But make sure you're outside.
But stay off the roads.

Then you make it into mash,
Yeah, you make it into mash.
Distill. . .drink a splash,
You'll fall on your ass.
Get up off your rear end,
Drink and fall down again.
You would prefer hash.

Rising in the morn,
Red eyes in the morn.
You got drunk on your corn.
On your teeth film has grown.
For some hair of dog you moan,
Kill pain in your assbone.
Sobriety scorned.

Rising was the corn,
Later, you were pourin',
Sobriety scorned,
Now wish you weren't born,
Ears ring like air horn,
And your pants feel warm,
From what bladder's storin',
So what? They were worn,
You passed out in thorns,
Which your skin are scorin',
Now you must be borne
To medical dorm,
Fill out many forms,
With a gown adorned,
For dinner there's. . .corn!