Scarecrow

Mary steers clear of the men from space Back alley kid with an American face She wants the wine He brings a case To carry them on through You know what I know about the bedroom boys Undercover Russians in a pink Rolls-Royce They bang the drum She sets the beat They carry Miss America out into the street She sings “Snowman! Scarecrow! John Doe! Buffalo!” I wish you wouldn’t go I got the arms to reach you I am the scarecrow I guess you ought to know I got the hands to teach you I am the scarecrow Snowman sideshow I fell out of love in the snowbound days Riding the subway in a Valium haze I need the whites She gets the blues It carries us on through All these American boys at the Park ‘n’ Shop Selling their memories for a dollar a pop Ivan the ancient spaceman race fan Corners the market on American tastes And says “Spaceman! Scarecrow! Peepshow! Freakshow!” I wish you wouldn’t go But I got the arms to reach you I am a scarecrow I guess you ought to know That I got the hands to teach you I am the scarecrow Punk rock video All the sudden light inside you dies Maybe you’re going on alone Maybe you’re going all alone She dreams of sunlight Sings of smaller things White sugar bowls and wedding rings You’re going on from me alone You’re going on You’re on your own She was married alive in a Moscow surgery Hoping to die in a cold war nursery All of the kids back home believe in much more than we do It’s a memory play where the memory fades Into pictures you took Into records we played Spy vs Spy Scarecrow and I Out across the darkness where the bomberjets fly Singing “Spaceman! Smokeshow! Scarecrow! Geronimo!” I wish you wouldn’t go I got the arms to reach you I am a scarecrow I guess you ought to know I got the hands to teach you I am the scarecrow Snowman Freakshow I wish you wouldn’t go but I got the arms to reach you I am the scarecrow I guess you ought to know That I got the hands to teach you I am the scarecrow Listen on the midnight radio