I've got the ragged clothes and the matted down hair
And the cold dark eyes to provide that icy stare
Some day's I'm so weak I feel I'm made of straw
But, unlike a real scarecrow, I do have a heart
I'm feeling like a scarecrow and the people are the crows I've got to look like a menace
So that they don't come too close
But there's one thing that these crows can't see
Sometimes I'm just as afraid of them as they are of me
Everyday these crows rip at me, but I don't budge
I've become so used to them, to their actions I am numb
Oh, but some days ignorance is oh, so hard
And then I wish I lived in the cartoon land of oz
