hanging on a post in my dirty clothes try to concentrate on you but i keep forgetting
safe enough to not let go scared enough to not release open up to drink the wind You tear me up when You come in yeah
take me down shake me out give me a brain that i might know You better 2x hanging in the sun waiting for the rain saw a field catch on fire i caught myself just watching
safe enough to not let go scared enough to not release open up to drink the wind You tear me up when You come in
take me down shake me out give me a heart that i might love You better 2x
hanging on a post just next to yours i want to curse and spit i weep out loud at Your mercy
take me down shake me out give me a life that i might serve You better 3x
November freeze Invaded the air Scratchy invisible breeze Prickles my shoulders and knees Trapping warmth everywhere
The spine cracked again A straw hat has slipped off my noodle But who the hell cares ... For my pain When even the sparrows disdain ... The bugbears
Ten years have passed Since I was created With tatters of mouldy bast Pulled on rotten chips of a mast In a garden located
A sack full of dust A Yule-log disfeatured with fire Two cans and a besom enlaced by the wire Corroded by venomous rust With a rag for attire
The coveys of migrants pass out of sight All gnawers are sleeping The lowering clouds devour the light In the soul of the lonely fright Leaving me deep in the night Along with my weeping
Friendless and reflective Monstrous and defective Broken and depressed Just a sickening cross between warder and jest
That′s who I am!
Humbled and dejected By the winterly thinking affected Bare and amusing Afflicted and musing inmate Dreaming to die in a grate
The black and green scarecrow as everyone knows Stood with a bird on his hat and straw everywhere. He didn′t care. He stood in a field where barley grows. His head did no thinking His arms didn′t move except then the wind cut up Rough and mice ran around on the ground He stood in a field where barley grows. The black and green scarecrow is sadder than me But now he′s resigned to his fate ′cause life′s not unkind - he doesn′t mind. He stood in a field where barley grows.