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Description
While they're standing at the corner
Just smiling at the sky
Push them into moving traffic
And watch their entrails fly
Thrust on a broken windshield
In a pile of their brains
A twinkle in their eye
Makes them happy for their pains

You then strap their bleeding body
To the tail pipe of a car
Slam your foot onto the pedal
And watch the pavement scar
While they flail on burning rubber
Their organs will give way
But they think their spleen looks pretty
Splattered on the asphalt lay

So you drive what's left of them
To a dock off of the shore
You hold their grinning mouth
And ask if they want more
They give a bloodied chuckle
As you're livid they're not dead
So you lay them on the dockside
And drown yourself instead

Description
While they're standing at the corner
Just smiling at the sky
Push them into moving traffic
And watch their entrails fly
Thrust on a broken windshield
In a pile of their brains
A twinkle in their eye
Makes them happy for their pains

You then strap their bleeding body
To the tail pipe of a car
Slam your foot onto the pedal
And watch the pavement scar
While they flail on burning rubber
Their organs will give way
But they think their spleen looks pretty
Splattered on the asphalt lay

So you drive what's left of them
To a dock off of the shore
You hold their grinning mouth
And ask if they want more
They give a bloodied chuckle
As you're livid they're not dead
So you lay them on the dockside
And drown yourself instead