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~