Tales From A Scarecrowman

Tales From A Scarecrowman
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 girls
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~