Someone Should Come(and Scrape This Dog Off the Ro

[couchgrouch]

Someone Should Come(and Scrape This Dog Off the Road)Black wings on a bloody moonthe hills are dark and smokeyand that asphalt graveyard, feels cold n hardto that old coyotehe'd been chasin' cotton-tailsnow he's just bones n furand most of them drunk truckersdon't even bother to swervesomeone should comeand scrape this dog off the roadinstead of just shakin' their headand watchin' him corrodedrag him off to the sideand dump him on the shoulderkick some leaves over his bellyso he don't get any colderhe's just wasting awayworthless as a toadsomeone should comeand scrape this dog off the roadsince she caught me chasin' tailI chase my tears with tequilanow I'm just roadkill, sin hit me like the grillof an eighteen wheelerI lay here prayin' that dawnbrings a shovel and a pickcos mem'ry lane's a lost highwaycalled route 666someone should comeand scrape this dog off the roadinstead of just shakin' their headand watchin' me corrodedrag me off to the sideand dump me on the shoulderkick some leaves over my conscienceso I don't get any colderI'm just wasting awayworthless as a toadsomeone should comeand scrape this dog off the roadshadowy birds with beaks long n sharpthe beating of their wings makes me shiverthey're the whores that peck at my heartand bottles that swallow my liverso someone should comeand scrape this dog off the roadinstead of just shakin' their headand watchin' me corrodedrag me off to the sideand dump me on the shoulderkick some leaves over my conscienceso I don't get any colderI'm just wasting awayworthless as a toadsomeone should comeand scrape this dog off the road(c)2005 Robert George