ll be the scarecrow, You'll be the scarecrow, The one I adore, You'll be the scarecrow The one I miss most And when I come around For my goodbyes You'll be the scarecrow
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
crumble Save the talk You're going down Take the fall There's nothing to it Sell the world And coin the sound 'Cause I will be around When you awake The scarecrows
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
very frightful He?s got enough money to bother Solder two wires together Scarecrow and fungus, they ran through a stoplight But it didn?t matter cause no one was hurt Scarecrow
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
us all apart. We're the scarecrow people, have we got lots in common with you. And if you don't start living well, you're all gonna wind up scarecrow
love they crucified you I can't forget, hard as I try This silhouette against the sky Scarecrow crying Waiting to die, wondering why? Scarecrow trying
rain's to plain to tell All alone by a barren well The scarecrow's only scaring himself Scarecrow's only scaring himself Scarecrow's only scaring himself Scarecrow
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
dazed Our marks of shame soon worn away The spider's trapped in a web of clay Naked in the desert of delight Banish the throughts into the night Scarecrow
in ruins and a corrupt society Is this how our future will be? Masstarvation and sicknesses - reality! Unified thoughts means nothing to me As the scarecrows
t care at all Like scarecrows on a field You stand stale and quiet When will you act for humanity? When will you let your opinions be heard? Like scarecrows
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
