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Scarecrow, you me.
Now I've caught my in the death machine.
fed my children to the lions;
they made me it on the television.
Scarecrow, with blackbird wives,
I was promised you'd come and my life.
They chased me down with the son,
our brains out with an oil drum.
The map of the afterlife is knitting tiny neck ties...

But scarecrow, I'm alive.
Who sewed me together to watch the whole world writhe?
Watch me on the cobblestones.
Mothers, grab children, here comes the town drunk.
Scarecrow, they my wife.
They her to an oak in a field of rye.
They flood the field kerosene;
as the ate the flames their faces beamed.
The map of the afterlife is knitting tiny neck ties..

And the Ship flies over us.
The celebrity host the plank.
The verse of the day is, "Baby heads planted in the ground don't make baby trees. you, goodnight."

Scarecrow, did you about the priest
they jerking off in the confession booth?
His collar spinning a top
he looked so crying to the cops.
Scarecrow, did you hear about the man who his daughter
in the basement for 12
They dragged her out of the house to the audience.
The cross-eyed map of the is knitting tiny neck ties.
The bald-eyed map of the is knitting tiny noose ties.
The wild-eyed map of the is knitting tiny death lies.