🦇 🕸️ 🪦 ── ⛧ 𝕾𝖕𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖞 ⛧ ── 🪦 🕸️ 🦇 Welcome to the Nightmarish Ride. A variety show in a deserted fun fare that at mignight suddenly turns to a crowded place - Dare you buy a ticket... for just a coin? Dare you enter the show? 👉 https://suno.com/playlist/cad1c252-6b7a-4132-b271-ae36afb042b8 💀 🎃 ✦ ── 𓆙 𝕳𝖆𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𓆙 ── ✦ 🎃 💀 [Verse 1] The farmer tied me up with a rope-burned sleeve A burlap collar scratching every time I breathe One button missing, straw beneath my chin Crows take one look and laugh before they land again [Pre-Chorus] But after supper, when the tractor rolls away I open one small parcel on the hay A little black box with a gold house mark My secret wardrobe wakes up in the dark [Chorus] I’m dressing for the valley, darling, watch me turn Silk at the fence line, watch the wheat heads learn No more old rags flapping where the cold winds roam I ordered my tomorrow and it’s coming to my home I’m the sharpest guardian that the harvest ever knew From a sackcloth nobody to a tailored breakthrough If the crows want gossip, let them circle overhead I’ll be runway royalty with straw inside my head [Verse 2] A belt with a buckle bright enough to steer the sun Italian leather boots where muddy feet had run The sheep stop chewing when I pass the gate Even the scarecrow by the creek says I look first-rate [Pre-Chorus] I hide the shipping slips beneath the pumpkin crate While every stitched monogram seals my fate The farmer thinks I’m patched; the valley thinks I’m plain But there’s a private fitting room inside my wooden frame [Chorus] I’m dressing for the valley, darling, watch me turn Silk at the fence line, watch the wheat heads learn No more old rags flapping where the cold winds roam I ordered my tomorrow and it’s coming to my home I’m the sharpest guardian that the harvest ever knew From a sackcloth nobody to a tailored breakthrough If the crows want gossip, let them circle overhead I’ll be runway royalty with straw inside my head [Bridge] Tonight the moon is caught in every polished seam The cornfield is a catwalk, the scarecrow is the dream I never needed saving, I needed better clothes Now watch me strike a pose where the wild thistle grows [Final Chorus] I’m dressing for the valley, darling, watch me turn Silk at the fence line, watch the wheat heads learn No more old rags flapping where the cold winds roam I ordered my tomorrow and it’s coming to my home I’m the sharpest guardian that the harvest ever knew From a sackcloth nobody to a tailored breakthrough Let the whole wide valley see exactly what I do The best-dressed scarecrow standing underneath the blue [Outro] If you hear a parcel hit the porch at half past two Don’t tell the farmer—I’ve got one more look for you
