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Scarecrow, you ruined me Now I've caught my hands in the death machine They fed my children to the lions they made me watch it on the television Scarecrow, with your blackbird wives, I was promised you'd come and save my life They chased me down with the farmer's son bashed our brains out with an oil drum And the cross-eyed map of the afterlife is knitting tiny neckties But scarecrow, I'm still alive Who sewed me back together to watch the whole world writhe? Watch me stumble on the cobblestones SongtexteMothers, grab your children, here comes the town drunk Scarecrow, they took my wife They tied her to an oak in a field of rye They flood the field with kerosene The moths ate the flames as their faces beamed The bald-eyed map of the afterlife is knitting tiny neckties And the graveyard ship flies over us The celebrity host walks the plank The verse of the day is, "Baby heads planted in the ground don't make baby trees. And thank you, goodnight." Scarecrow, did you hear about the priest they found jerking off in the confession booth? His collar spinning like a top he looked so pathetic crying to the cops Scarecrow, did you hear about the man who locked his daughter in the basement for 12 years? They dragged her out of the house to the hungry audience The cross-eyed map of the afterlife is knitting tiny neckties The bald-eyed map of the afterlife is knitting tiny noose ties The wild-eyed map of the afterlife is knitting tiny death lies Aus Songtexte Mania