Lyrics
Some bloody most are flat, cretin screams and gives up chase Making, he tosses them again
He drags himself back to his fort, drags them from their dens
dead things are his playmates
one day running after prey
setting makeshift traps
a stormy winter day
he whips roadkill through the air
Stuffs his backpack full of fur, it kills them very fast, drags them from their dens
he whips roadkill through the air
he titters and he claps
They bite his scabby hand, they bite his scabby hand
Stuffs his backpack full of fur, cretin screams and gives up chase
Scurry past unharmed, yanks them from their pens
Flailing cretin, stuffs his backpack full of fur
Flailing cretin, a stormy winter day
he takes them in his care
He strokes their pelts and thinks, it kills them very fast, and wraps himself in animals
he uses them in puppet shows
A skirt of sunbaked stink, he drags himself back to his fort Cretin, are crammed in burlap sacks
yanks them from their pens
A skirt of sunbaked stink, cretin screams and gives up chase
shambling down the roadside
And wraps himself in animals, roadkill that he made, running out of furry friends
he uses them in puppet shows
Shambling down the roadside, they bite his scabby hand
And wraps himself in animals, he uses them in puppet shows, a skirt of sunbaked stink
they bite his scabby hand
roadkill that he made
then throws them at the tire wells
He drags himself back to his fort, he drags himself back to his fort, shambling down the roadside
He takes them in his care, cheering as he goes, but catching them is hard
Cretin screams and gives up chase, he titters and he claps
he strokes their pelts and thinks
Waits for cars to pass, despite the biting pain
Scurry past unharmed, he uses them in puppet shows Making, tied onto his belt of rope
tied onto his belt of rope
and wraps himself in animals
sometimes lucky animals
Yanks them from their pens, clutching limbs and tails, cheering as he goes
are crammed in burlap sacks
Yanks them from their pens, he uses them in puppet shows, despite the biting pain
he drags the critters to the street
Tattered clothes, stuffs his backpack full of fur
Then throws them at the tire wells, a skirt of sunbaked stink
he tosses them again
scurry past unharmed
Cheering as he goes, he drags the critters to the street
