Roadkill

Everything in my life has past I'm growing old and going nowhere fast The voices of the past, screaming in my brain I've boarded up all the doors That hide the memories of your corpse Let's raise the dead Hands soaked in red My masterpiece of flesh Shit, trash, and limbs about And I'll never get the f*ck out Now I have a chance to get away You won't believe anything that they say Because I was the quiet one The quiet one who sat alone All alone in his desolate home Mothers come to make you go away It won't be long until I grow more insane Until I grow more insane Let's raise the dead Hands soaked in red My masterpiece of flesh Shit, trash, and limbs about And I'll never get the f*ck out Let's raise the dead, hands soaked in red Let's raise the dead, hands soaked in red Let's raise the dead, hands soaked in red Let's raise the dead, hands soaked in red Let's raise the dead, hands soaked in red Let's raise the dead, let's raise the dead