《Making Roadkill》歌词

[00:00:00] Making Roadkill - Cretin

[00:00:09] Shambling down the roadside

[00:00:10] Cheering as he goes

[00:00:11] A manic flailing cretin

[00:00:13] In filthy tattered clothes

[00:00:14] Dead things are his playmates

[00:00:15] He takes them in his care

[00:00:17] Clutching limbs and tails

[00:00:18] He whips roadkill through the air

[00:00:30] He uses them in puppet shows

[00:00:31] Hung around his shack

[00:00:32] Stuffs his backpack full of fur

[00:00:33] Some bloody most are flat

[00:00:34] Tied onto his belt of rope

[00:00:36] A skirt of sunbaked stink

[00:00:37] Running out of furry friends

[00:00:38] He strokes their pelts and thinks

[00:00:40] Setting makeshift traps

[00:00:41] He titters and he claps

[00:00:42] Birdies fish and rats

[00:00:43] Are crammed in burlap sacks

[00:00:56] He drags the critters to the street

[00:00:57] Waits for cars to pass

[00:00:58] Then throws them at the tire wells

[00:00:59] It kills them very fast

[00:01:01] Sometimes lucky animals

[00:01:02] Scurry past unharmed

[00:01:03] Cretin screams and gives up chase

[00:01:05] But catching them is hard

[00:01:06] Drags them from their dens

[00:01:07] Yanks them from their pens

[00:01:08] They bite his scabby hand

[00:01:10] He tosses them again

[00:01:32] One day running after prey

[00:01:33] A stormy winter day

[00:01:34] An orange van hits the man

[00:01:36] And breaks both of his legs

[00:01:37] He drags himself back to his fort

[00:01:38] Despite the biting pain

[00:01:40] And wraps himself in animals

[00:01:41] Roadkill that he made