My pretty scarecrow, I feel sick. My head is like an empty dome... But why is this? Here lays a bunch of broken pieces, So pick them up, please, and carry home
I owe you that I owe you this Too much for badly damaged soul You don’t complain you drink the wine and smile on flowers You’re laying naked on the blankets till the dawn
Good-byes are said, excuses made The glue has dried, I'm on the run Another song about lying piece of shit, But not a bad man, no....