There's a place to hide On the other side When their bastard lies Stretch far and wide But I like it that way Cos I get to choose And I like it that way Cos I get to lose you. CHORUS ------------ And we run into the field Circle in the corn We disobey the order And watch the wicker man burn. ------------ There's a rising tide In suicides And they flow like wine To the brainwashed mind But I like it that way Cos I get to choose And I like it that way Cos I get to lose you. CHORUS And we run into the field Circle in the corn We join hands together And watch the wicker man.