Let me tell you a little story About a mommy and her son She always looked down on him But listen how it’s going on He always sneaked out at night down the hill to the road of fast death Looking for the flesh he enjoyed as much as nothing else Smashed animals ripped apart on the on the bloody, red asphalt His weapons were his knife and fork, his fellowship were lust and hunger When he had his midnight dinner one night in the full moons shine Naked, crushing bones with his jaw and licking up the blood from the ground Down the hill came his mother and screamed, she could not believe what she had found Over and over she shouted at him an then she told him not to eat road kill Those shouts where always there when he sneaked down to his road of pleasure He couldn’t enjoy his meals anymore and so he felt even more obscure His passion, his identity, his mommy didn’t support them He felt like ripped apart between love and hate, he felt like a problem But tears where filling his eyes every time he chewed these victims of speed Knowing that he was wrong but still he had to satisfy his need Don’t eat Road Kill Don’t eat Road Kill But it tastes like heaven Don’t eat Road Kill Don’t eat Road Kill But it tastes like Heaven! One night he found the biggest meal he ever had on this road It took him till the morning to finish all the flesh and bones He nearly couldn’t get back up the hill to his home But when he did he realized his mommy has gone missing Fear filled his eyes ‘cause he recognized the hair he picked out Of his meal that was too big to be an animal 3 days when hunger drove him down the hill again And he chose his big last supper He was caught in two shining eyes of a car And then there was darkness