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Scarecrow, you me.
Now I've caught my in the death machine.
They fed my children to the
made me watch it on the television.
Scarecrow, with your wives,
I was promised you'd come and 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 tiny ties...

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

And the Graveyard Ship flies us.
The celebrity host the plank.
The verse of the day is, "Baby heads planted in the ground make baby trees. Thank you, goodnight."

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