Fleshpiles of tissue mass  Lethal velocity  These creatures put to death  With tire impression  They lay on the lanes  Yes, it's my larder  I can choose everything I want  Whatever takes my faney  To appease my strange taste and hunger  A roadkill recipe  Cooked it will be  Shriveled piece of flesh  A steak with asphalt mesh  I need no recipe book  So let us fucking cook  Shapeless roadkill pancake  Firstly deboned and sliceed  And then corned in sweet-hot sauce  The scent of ripe meat  Mixes with odour of spice in bizarre  As in flame of burner I grill it  At last dinner can be served  I love the couvert fantasy  Whatever will augment that taste  A roadkill recipe  Cooked it will be  Shriveled piece'of flesh  A steak with asphalt mesh  Yes, kiss the cook  And then you can puke!