When the scarecrow in the garden died
The jury decided it was suicide
And you cried
Standing in the pouring rain, drowning
So hard to wash away the blame born inside
A chorus of summer crows
Tells you that’s the way it goes
For a man made of straw
Ha ha ha!
Then the other corn refused to grow
The gardener- he really didn’t know or care
Just why
Standing there with hoe in hand
Wondering why he couldn’t understand
Poor guy
A nearby mantis, praying
Saying, “That’s the way it goes”
“For a man made of straw”
Ha ha ha!
And what’s more than love
Should care now that he's gone
And what’s more than love
Should care now that he's gone
When the scarecrow in the garden died
The jury decided it was suicide
And you cried
But the scarecrow in the garden tried
The only human thing he ever did
Was to die
A procession of professional mourners
Proclaiming, “That’s the way it goes”
“For a man made of straw”
Ha ha ha!
And what’s more than love
Should care now that he's gone
And what’s more than love
Should care now that he's gone
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