One day I'll have to fly, To the next great unknown, One day I'll be out of here, Back on my own, And when I come around, For my good byes, You'll be
The black and green scarecrow as everyone knows stood with a bird on his hat and swore everywhere he didn't care he stood in a field where barly grows
My wisdom teeth still stab my cheek And I'm always sucking aspirin The life I stole is full of holes And my pants don't fit me right My dreams are old
I am the everything the all knowing The omnipotent one I watch the fields I do not feel I circumnavigate everyone I am the scarecrow, alone and disconnected
Come on inside and i?ll show you your brother He?s got enough money to buy a new father He?s got enough money to bother Somebody else Solder two wires
Hanging on this post In my dirty clothes Try to concentrate on You But I keep forgetting Safe enough to not let go Scared enough to not release Open
Moi c'est King Ju l'epouvantable epouvantail le zazou qui zone dans la Z.U.P naze et qui fout rien Toujours pas de meufs, pas de tafs, pas de bouffe
Hope you enjoyed your flight in one of our new straw aeroplanes, you'll find things here are just like what you're used to. There's lots of waste and
Showers of your crimson blood Seep into a nation, calling up a flood Of narrow minds, who legislate Thinly veiled intolerance Bigotry and hate But they
Walking to the other side With the Devil trying to take my mind And my soul's just a silhouette On the ashes of a cigarette Illusions never fake their
Rain on the roof and time on my hands It sure seemed quiet out there in radio land They call me at the all-night station Make their special dedications
Seldom seen a scarecrow's dream I hang in the hopes of replacement Castles tall, I built them all But I dream that I'm trapped in the basement And if
Passion stains the godless taste The human eye now raped and dazed Our marks of shame soon worn away The spider's trapped in a web of clay Naked in the
Open your eyes - what do you see? A world in ruins and a corrupt society Is this how our future will be? Masstarvation and sicknesses - reality! Unified
Our world is injured by pollutions and war But you people in control you don't care at all Like scarecrows on a field You stand stale and quiet When
Up to her elbows in soil and schizophrenia The dirt has begun to breathe Cries of a phantom infant tease and torment a dying mind Held down in profanation
