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Scarecrow Jesus

(Bring Back The Real Don Steele)

I once had a dream that I was Jesus
Looking for a new perfection
In my death and resurrection
I was ready to ascend unto the main
They'd nailed me to a cross and left me dangling
My blood would not succumb to
What my body had grown numb to
Damn I should have slept with Mary Magdalene

But it was a lie
I wasn't Jesus
I was a scarecrow in a cornfield filled with skulls
But not Golgotha
No it looked much more like Kansas
It wasn't true
I wasn't Jesus
I was a scarecrow on display against the grain
Could've been a savior
If I'd only slept with Mary Magdalene
Scarecrow Jesus dangling in the rain

I once had a dream that I saw Mary
Grieving and despondent
Wondering what the Romans wanted
She was dressed all like a vestal virgin saint
She asked if it was cool being the Messiah
I said it had its credits
Though the one thing I regret is
That I never slept with you Miss Magdalene

But it was a lie
It wasn't Mary
It was a girl named Dorothy from the land of Oz
Over the rainbow in a cloud
Somewhere near Kansas
It wasn't true
I wasn't Jesus
I was a scarecrow made to gaze upon the plain
Almost a savior
If I only had a working human brain
I might have slept with Mary Magdalene
Scarecrow Jesus dangling in the rain

There she prayed before me
Dorothy from the land of Oz
Asking me to take her
To whatever whiz there was
Then she vanished into Los Angeles
Nothing but images remain
Now I'm wide awake still dangling
Scarecrow Jesus savior in the rain

I once had a dream that I was nothing . . .