Where your eyes don't go a filthy scarecrow waves its broomstick arms

And does a parody of each unconscious thing you do

When you turn around to look it's gone behind you

On its face it's wearing your confused expression

Where your eyes don't go



Where your eyes don't go a part of you is hovering

It's a nightmare that you'll never be discovering

You're free to come and go or talk like kurtis blow

But there's a pair of eyes in back of your head



Every jumbled pile of person has a thinking part that wonders

What the part that isn't thinking isn't thinking of

Should you worry when the skullhead is in front of you

Or is it worse because it's always waiting where your eyes don't go?



Where your eyes don't go a part of you is hovering

It's a nightmare that you'll never be discovering

You're free to come and go or talk like kurtis blow

But there's a pair of eyes in back of your head



Where your eyes don't go a filthy scarecrow waves its broomstick arms

And does a parody of each unconscious thing you do

When you turn around to look it's gone behind you

On its face it's wearing your confused expression

Where your eyes don't go


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