Legends talk of the evil lurking in the corn Something's wrong with the straw-man who looks so forlorn The blood moon's light will shine and he'll come to life (Come to life) You cut across his field, so you're next in line Next in line You should beware the Scarecrow You are what he craves, he needs Flesh and bone You won't escape the Scarecrow You will take his place Up there on the pole ♪ He's a thing made of worn out clothes and witch's curse All he needs is to find someone to quench his thirst The blood moon's light will shine and he'll come to life (Come to life) You cut across his field, so you're next in line Next in line You should beware the Scarecrow You are what he craves, he needs Flesh and bone You won't escape the Scarecrow You will take his place Up there on the pole The Cornfield whispers your name You scream as you start to change He crumbles to the ground 'Cause you're the Scarecrow now ♪ You should beware the Scarecrow You are what he craves, he needs Flesh and bone You won't escape the Scarecrow You will take his place Up there on the pole You should beware the Scarecrow You are what he craves, he needs Flesh and bone You won't escape the Scarecrow You will take his place Up there on the pole You should beware the Scarecrow (Yeah, you should beware the Scarecrow) You are what he craves, he needs (You are what he craves) You won't escape the Scarecrow (Ooh, up on the pole) You will take his place up there