I'm the scarecrowman, I'm swingin' Swingin'-I'm the scarecrowman, Swingin' swingin' from the hangin' Tree-the clock-clock-clock On the wall is ticking away My time-the sentence is Past, now I'm paying for my Crimes-i reach out-out for the Hands of time, but they're Out of reach-i said I reach out- Out for the setting sun but It's out-gone out of my reach- The dust in the wind is blowing its Way back to horror hill-little girl's Voodoo dolly sitting-on the windows sill- The broken glass sparkles in the light-sign On the door tells me no one home tonight- Said I'm the scarecrowman wasting Away and I'm swingin' swingin'- On the hangin' Tree~
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