Scarecrows are into fashion and fitting clothes
Straw hands are made to hold the sun in their palms
Fields are runways tripping on pesticides
And I am the audience.
Let the birds come in, I love blood
Red is a pretty colour on lips, roses and human hands
You need moisturizer for those hay wrists
Oh, and honey, it's night, let's party.
Are you wearing horror with a hint of moonlight?
Mad place dancing is the trend
That, and standing still on fertile lands
Pregnant pauses, between all that eerie sex
Your marriage to the fields was a success
I was your heathen maid of honor.
Your saucy little flannel number
Came undone in the hands of the raven
On our bachelorette night
But hey, that's our secret!
So, I put you up in my little black dress
And I made a speech on your wedding day
"Scarecrows are into fashion and fitting clothes."