Scarecrow Songtext
von Home Service

I see the body moving
As the moas find their pace
I see the line advancing
With a steady timeless grace
And there′s passion in their eyes
There's honour in their face
As they scythe down the castles and the courts

Blame it on the fathers
Blame it on the sons
Blame it on the poppies and the pain
Blame it on the generals
Blame it on their guns
Blame it on the scarecrow in the rain


I smell the smoke of stubble
When the harvest is brought down
I see the fire a-burning
As it purges all around
And the field is turned to ashes
And the only living sound
Are the skylarks as they try to reach the storm

Blame it on the fathers
Blame it on the sons
Blame it on the poppies and the pain
Blame it on the generals
Blame it on their guns
Blame it on the scarecrow in the rain

I see the barbed wire growing
Like a bramble on the land
I see a farm turn to a fortress
A future turn to sand
I see a meadow turn to mud
And from it grows a hand
Like a scarecrow that has fallen in the rain

Blame it on the fathers
Blame it on the sons
Blame it on the poppies and the pain

Blame it on the generals
Blame it on their guns
Blame it on the scarecrow in the rain


Blame it on the fathers
Blame it on the sons
Blame it on the poppies and the pain
Blame it on the generals
Blame it on their guns
Blame it on the scarecrow in the rain

Blame it on the fathers
Blame it on the sons
Blame it on the poppies and the pain
Blame it on the generals
Blame it on their guns
Blame it on the scarecrow in the rain

Blame it on the scarecrows
And rows and rows and rows