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
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