tales from the scarecrow man

White Zombie

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