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