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Grabbing on my mask again
Cutter knives all in my hand
I don't show no love
I'ma stay true till the end
Flannel blowing in the wind
By the house of the dead
I know that they will forget
All about the burlap man
Buried down behind the shack
Angеls carved all in the wood
I remеmber coming here way
Before these days began
Scarecrow, I don't got no friends
Cornfields where I like to stay
Drag you through the woods
Carve my name deep in your skin woah, woah
There's no angels at home woah, woah
In your backyard scarecrow