Matt Moran - Scarecrow

Snub nose in the closet, six in the cylinder
It's always nights like these when I think of her
Shoot my way out of this town, fill up my gas can
Burn the whole thing down and run like the wind

Cause I'm tired of being a scarecrow
Tired of being a prop
I'm tired of being a fable for the shepherd and his flock
I'm tired of being a black sheep instead of a man
But most of all I'm tired of who I am

'57 Chevy and a bottle of crown
Probably make the state line before I burn this engine down
I know they'll set up road blocks, try to spike my tires
But I won't slow down till my soul expires

Cause I'm tired of being a scarecrow
Tired of being a prop
I'm tired of being a fable for the shepherd and his flock
I'm tired of being a black sheep instead of a man
But most of all I'm tired of who I am

Snub nose in the closet, six in the cylinder
It's nights like these when I think of her

Written by:
Matthew Moran

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