tales from the 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