In the middle of the field there stands a scarecrow
And his body's made of the finest woven grains
Above his head up in the sky there flies a raven
Who's wondering how long will the man in blue remain
Fly, fly raven above your garden
Your seeds below are not your own
You've got to do penance for the scarecrow's pardon
Cause he wants things his own way within your home
(Chorus)
There'll be blood in the garden
Oh, and a revolutionary war
A raging battle in the garden
To kill the scarecrow for standing in a raven's rows
Come to find out oh, the scarecrow ain't no fighter
It's like he never expected to fight at all
Oh, the raven flew in for an all-out slaughter
And all around is blood and straw
Fly, fly raven above your garden
Your seeds, your seeds are all your own
No more penance for the scarecrow's pardon
Cause you got things your own way within your home
(Repeat Chorus)
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