Back of the woods with the fire blowing
Behind the barn, burning slowly
Set the fire, set the timber
Burn it down to ash and cinder
Turn me on dead man
You turn me on

Back of the house, down the steps
Under the cellar door we crept
Prop the doors, prop the windows
Set a match to scarecrow tinder
Turn me on dead man
You turn me on

Out of my head, out of my tree
Out of my skull-trip, out of me
Burn down the house, burn down the barn
Burning down the entire farm
Cross the fields’ fallow garden
Watch the scarecrow, forever autumn
Turn me on dead man
You turn me on

Will be done, we'll keep our bargain
You and I, forever autumn
Turn me on dead man
You turn me on