Songtexte Scarecrow - Lordi
                                                Legends 
                                                talk 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                evil 
                                                lurking 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                corn
 
                                    
                                
                                                Something's 
                                                wrong 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                straw-man 
                                                who 
                                                looks 
                                                so 
                                                forlorn
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                blood 
                                                moon's 
                                                light 
                                                will 
                                                shine 
                                                and 
                                                he'll 
                                                come 
                                                to 
                                                life
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Come 
                                                to 
                                                life)
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                cut 
                                                across 
                                                his 
                                                field, 
                                                so 
                                                you're 
                                                next 
                                                in 
                                                line
 
                                    
                                
                                                Next 
                                                in 
                                                line
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                should 
                                                beware 
                                                the 
                                                Scarecrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                are 
                                                what 
                                                he 
                                                craves, 
                                                he 
                                                needs
 
                                    
                                
                                                Flesh 
                                                and 
                                                bone
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                won't 
                                                escape 
                                                the 
                                                Scarecrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                will 
                                                take 
                                                his 
                                                place
 
                                    
                                
                                                Up 
                                                there 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                pole
 
                                    
                                
                                                He's 
                                                    a 
                                                thing 
                                                made 
                                                of 
                                                worn 
                                                out 
                                                clothes 
                                                and 
                                                witch's 
                                                curse
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                he 
                                                needs 
                                                is 
                                                to 
                                                find 
                                                someone 
                                                to 
                                                quench 
                                                his 
                                                thirst
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                blood 
                                                moon's 
                                                light 
                                                will 
                                                shine 
                                                and 
                                                he'll 
                                                come 
                                                to 
                                                life
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Come 
                                                to 
                                                life)
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                cut 
                                                across 
                                                his 
                                                field, 
                                                so 
                                                you're 
                                                next 
                                                in 
                                                line
 
                                    
                                
                                                Next 
                                                in 
                                                line
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                should 
                                                beware 
                                                the 
                                                Scarecrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                are 
                                                what 
                                                he 
                                                craves, 
                                                he 
                                                needs
 
                                    
                                
                                                Flesh 
                                                and 
                                                bone
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                won't 
                                                escape 
                                                the 
                                                Scarecrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                will 
                                                take 
                                                his 
                                                place
 
                                    
                                
                                                Up 
                                                there 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                pole
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Cornfield 
                                                whispers 
                                                your 
                                                name
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                scream 
                                                as 
                                                you 
                                                start 
                                                to 
                                                change
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                crumbles 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                ground
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Cause 
                                                you're 
                                                the 
                                                Scarecrow 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                should 
                                                beware 
                                                the 
                                                Scarecrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                are 
                                                what 
                                                he 
                                                craves, 
                                                he 
                                                needs
 
                                    
                                
                                                Flesh 
                                                and 
                                                bone
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                won't 
                                                escape 
                                                the 
                                                Scarecrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                will 
                                                take 
                                                his 
                                                place
 
                                    
                                
                                                Up 
                                                there 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                pole
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                should 
                                                beware 
                                                the 
                                                Scarecrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                are 
                                                what 
                                                he 
                                                craves, 
                                                he 
                                                needs
 
                                    
                                
                                                Flesh 
                                                and 
                                                bone
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                won't 
                                                escape 
                                                the 
                                                Scarecrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                will 
                                                take 
                                                his 
                                                place
 
                                    
                                
                                                Up 
                                                there 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                pole
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                should 
                                                beware 
                                                the 
                                                Scarecrow 
                                                (Yeah, 
                                                you 
                                                should 
                                                beware 
                                                the 
                                                Scarecrow)
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                are 
                                                what 
                                                he 
                                                craves, 
                                                he 
                                                needs 
                                                (You 
                                                are 
                                                what 
                                                he 
                                                craves)
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                won't 
                                                escape 
                                                the 
                                                Scarecrow 
                                                (Ooh, 
                                                up 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                pole)
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                will 
                                                take 
                                                his 
                                                place 
                                                up 
                                                there
 
                                    
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