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

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

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

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