Truth rotted in his bowls as he threw in the towelnAnd you watched him hang and howl at the slick-haired vulturesnNow you pray he reappears cause they say he was a seernWith fire burning in his hands and something eating at his livernNow you need him more now than ever don't you?nnThey're searching through the corn for a dead naked childnYou hope she comes out of hiding before the blackbirds turn and fly southnAnd it may be spinning backwards but the earth is still a spherenWhere they drag your children out of the corn or from the rivernAnd you need them now more than ever don't you?nnWell they don't want your soul to be caught hanging precariouslynWhen they find your body thawing somewhere in the cornnSo they nailed up a scarecrow in the middle of an empty feildnHe's frozen and he aint doing nothingbut you can go ahead and stone him if you need tonDon't you need to now more than ever?