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We are mean and we are rough
We may be kids but we are tough
We live how we want and do what we please
We are the children of the peas
Go ahead and laugh, we feed off scorn
We're just as bad as those kids o' corn
'Cause they're just stalks blowing in the breeze
But we're the children of the peas
So technically our folks aren't dead
We asked them to leave and they went ahead
But we'll still bring you to your knees
'Cause we're the children of the peas
We know you mock us, but you'll believe
We'll come to your town and you'll want us to leave
Heed my words, I do not tease
Fear the children of the peas