The Scarecrows Are Marching

My wisdom teeth still stab my cheek

And I'm always sucking aspirin

The life I stole is full of holes

And my pants don't fit me right

My dreams are old and faded and

My head feels thick and useless

We're on the road to nowhere

But we won't arrive tonight so let's go home

The weather man's excited

'Cause Mother Nature is getting restless

The telephone keeps screaming

As I sit and count my scars

The window is always open

Beause the glass is always broken

And the things we lost never looked so good

As the day we knew they were gone

Build it up

Then watch it crumble

Save the talk

You're going down

Take the fall

There's nothing to it

Sell the world

And coin the sound

'Cause I will be around

When you awake

The scarecrows are marching

The fields are in flames

There's nothing to eat

But I can't complain

The axes have fallen

My strings have been cut

My puppeteer's lonely

But he's plum out of luck

The roads are misshapen

The signs are all boards

I remember this room

'Cause I've been here before

The floorboards are rotten

The sink's full of rust

And using my pinky

I draw you in the dust

The Winter has lost His touch

And now His snow is made of plastic

The kids are all in line

But they will never get a turn

The city is made of cardboard

And it's foggy with pollution

Let's sit down on the moon

So we can watch this planet burn

Cover us and we'll start sinking

Nothing ever lasts for long

I'm not dead, I just quit living

I'm not sure if it's right or wrong

But I will be around

When you awake