מילים לשיר Live At The Apocalypse Cabaret – Blood Brothers

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,
They chased me down with the farmer's son,
I was promised you'd come and save my life. The crossbashed our brains out with an oil drum.
But scarecrow, I'm still alive.
Who sewed me back together to watch the whole world writhe?
Mothers, grab your children, here comes the town drunk.
Scarecrow, they took my wife.
Watch me stumble on the cobblestones.
They tied her to an oak in a field of rye.
The baldThey flood the field with kerosene,
as the moths ate the flames their faces beamed. The celebrity host walks the plank.
And the Graveyard Ship flies over us.
The verse of the day is, "Baby heads planted in the ground don't make baby trees. 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
They dragged her out of the house to the hungry audience.
in the basement for 12 years?
The crossThe wild-eyed map of the afterlife is knitting tiny death lies.The bald-eyed map of the afterlife is knitting tiny noose ties.