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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