Where your eyes don't go a filthy scarecrow waves its broomstick arms
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And does a parody of each unconscious thing you do
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When you turn around to look it's gone behind you
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On its face it's wearing your confused expression
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Where your eyes don't go
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Where your eyes don't go a part of you is hovering
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It's a nightmare that you'll never be discovering
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You're free to come and go or talk like Kurtis Blow
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But there's a pair of eyes in back of your head
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Every jumbled pile of person has a thinking part that wonders
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What the part that isn't thinking isn't thinking of
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Should you worry when the skullhead is in front of you
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Or is it worse because it's always waiting where your eyes don't go?
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Where your eyes don't go a part of you is hovering
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It's a nightmare that you'll never be discovering
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You're free to come and go or talk like Kurtis Blow
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But there's a pair of eyes in back of your head
|
|
Where your eyes don't go a filthy scarecrow waves its broomstick arms
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And does a parody of each unconscious thing you do
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When you turn around to look it's gone behind you
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On its face it's wearing your confused expression
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Where your eyes don't go
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Where Your Eyes Don't Go
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| They Might Be Giants |
