Requiem For The Roadkill Maintenance Crew

Whenever I drive Virginiatown Rd
Buzzards on a roadkill scare away
It's no surprise I woke up this morning
It happens to me every day
Above the water in Pleasant Grove
Egrets swarm in aerial ballet
I'll wake each day till the day I don't
It happens to us every day

Pancho got a prosthetic penis
Bambi got silicone boobs
They devour artificial ingredients
Euphoria in Pyrex tubes
Caffeine gives them anxiety
And so does everything else
Bambi caught a case of PTSD
'Cause she got stuck alone with herself

Take me to Puente Avenue
Bury me 'neath the offramp there
In a box designed by the finest minds
At Fisher-Price and Tupperware
I died there a long time ago
Embalmed exactly how I lived
Leave the buzzards to their feast
It's all I have left to give

I watch an entire planet
Train weapons on threatening skies
They wanna blow away our only hope
The intolerant eternal life
I avoid Baxter Grade on weekends
Give those buzzards a break
Let 'em eat their breakfast in peace
Eggs over easy on a T-bone steak

'I Did It My Way' at karaoke
But that was a different time
When I was Captain of my own soul
And prisoner of my own mind
I like to eat my breakfast in peace
I like my steak medium rare
Here's to the buzzards of Virginiatown Rd
Cleaning up our messes out there

Take me to Puente Avenue
Bury me 'neath the offramp there
In a box designed by the finest minds
At Fisher-Price and Tupperware
I died there a long time ago
Embalmed exactly how I lived
Leave the buzzards to their feast
It's all I have left to give

 © John Kennan