Scarecrow Counting Crows

Mary steers clear of the men from space
Back alley kid with an American face
She wants the wine
He brings a case
To carry them on through
 
You know what I know about the bedroom boys
Undercover Russians in a pink Rolls-Royce
They bang the drum
She sets the beat
They carry Miss America out into the street
She sings “Snowman! Scarecrow! John Doe! Buffalo!”
 
I wish you wouldn’t go
I got the arms to reach you
I am the scarecrow
I guess you ought to know
I got the hands to teach you
I am the scarecrow
Snowman sideshow

I fell out of love in the snowbound days
Riding the subway in a Valium haze
I need the whites
She gets the blues
It carries us on through
 
All these American boys at the Park ‘n’ Shop
Selling their memories for a dollar a pop
Ivan the ancient spaceman race fan
Corners the market on American tastes
And says “Spaceman! Scarecrow! Peepshow! Freakshow!”
 
I wish you wouldn’t go
But I got the arms to reach you
I am a scarecrow
I guess you ought to know
That I got the hands to teach you
I am the scarecrow
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