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Scarecrow, you me.
Now I've caught my in the death machine.
They fed my children to the
they me watch it on the television.
Scarecrow, with your wives,
I was promised come and save my life.
They chased me down the farmer's son,
our brains out with an oil drum.
The cross-eyed map of the afterlife is knitting neck ties...

But scarecrow, I'm alive.
Who sewed me back together to the whole world writhe?
Watch me on the cobblestones.
Mothers, your children, here comes the town drunk.
Scarecrow, they my wife.
They tied her to an oak in a 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 Graveyard Ship flies us.
The celebrity walks the plank.
The verse of the day is, "Baby heads planted in the ground don't baby trees. Thank you, goodnight."

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