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