Man of Straw

When the scarecrow in the garden died
The jury decided it was suicide
And you cried

Standing in the pouring rain, trying
So hard to wash away the blame born inside

A chorus of somber crows
Tells you that’s the way it goes
For a man made of straw
Ha ha ha

That year the corn refused to grow
The gardener, he really didn’t know or care
Just why

Standing there with hoe in hand
Wondering why he couldn’t understand
Poor guy

A nearby mantis, praying
Saying, “That’s the way it goes for a man made of straw”
Ha ha ha

And what's more than enough
Should come now that he's gone (x2)

When the scarecrow in the garden died
The jury decided it was suicide
And you cried

Though the scarecrow in the garden tried
The only human thing he ever did
Was to die

A procession of professional mourners
Proclaiming, “That’s the way it goes for a man made of straw”
Ha ha ha

And what's more than enough
Should come now that he's gone (x2)