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