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Scarecrow, you me.
Now caught my hands in the death machine.
They fed my to the lions;
made me watch it on the television.
Scarecrow, your blackbird wives,
I was promised you'd come and my life.
They me down with the farmer's son,
bashed our brains out an oil drum.
The cross-eyed map of the afterlife is knitting tiny ties...

But scarecrow, I'm alive.
Who sewed me back together to watch the whole world
me stumble on the cobblestones.
Mothers, grab your children, here the town drunk.
Scarecrow, took my wife.
They her to an oak in a field of rye.
They flood the with kerosene;
as the ate the flames their faces beamed.
The bald-eyed map of the is knitting tiny neck ties..

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

Scarecrow, did you hear about the
found jerking off in the confession booth?
His spinning like a top
he looked so pathetic to the cops.
Scarecrow, did you about the man who locked 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 map of the afterlife is knitting tiny noose ties.
The wild-eyed map of the afterlife is knitting death lies.