Live At The Apocalypse Cabaret Lyrics

Scarecrow, you ruined me

Now I've caught my hands in the death machine

They fed my children to the lions

they made me watch it on the television

Scarecrow, with your blackbird wives,

I was promised you'd come and save my life

They chased me down with the farmer's son

bashed our brains out with an oil drum

And the cross-eyed map of the afterlife is knitting tiny neckties



But scarecrow, I'm still alive

Who sewed me back together to watch the whole world writhe?

Watch me stumble on the cobblestones

Mothers, grab your children, here comes the town drunk

Scarecrow, they took my wife

They tied her to an oak in a field of rye

They flood the field with kerosene

The moths ate the flames as their faces beamed

The bald-eyed map of the afterlife is knitting tiny neckties



And the graveyard ship flies over us

The celebrity host walks the plank

The verse of the day is, "Baby heads planted in the ground don't make baby trees. And thank you, goodnight."



Scarecrow, did you hear about the priest

they found jerking off in the confession booth?

His collar spinning like a top

he looked so pathetic crying to the cops

Scarecrow, did you hear about the man who locked his daughter in the basement for 12 years?

They dragged her out of the house to the hungry audience



The cross-eyed map of the afterlife is knitting tiny neckties

The bald-eyed map of the afterlife is knitting tiny noose ties

The wild-eyed map of the afterlife is knitting tiny death lies