K.R.O.W fm

Radio skarekrow, won't you terrorize me?
I'm hoping you might come into my dreams
And stop the aching!
She strips organs from the rest of
the bone and meat... she's so mean!

It's hard to beleive that there used to be
A soul underneath that rotting bag of flesh...

Mr. Skarekrow, it's an honor to meet you and
An honor to be a victim to your new disease!
The lights are so blinding,
The noise is all white!
Tune in Skarekrow, I'm calling you into my life!

It's hard to believe that there used to be
A soul underneath that rotting bag of flesh!