Death rose in the hedgerows, bones beneath the grassFlesh and fur and travel mates as giant cars crash pastInsects on the windscreen, feathers on the grillSkulls along the bumpers, red coatings to the solesSquashed face, squashed faceSquashed face, squashed faceAirborne fowl make fatal flights, rodents fatal runsSlugs make fatal slithers to a cliff edge one by oneThey'll share one long great graveyard, one hallowed stretch of groundThe countless paws of phantom paws flood aroundSquashed face, squashed faceSquashed face, squashed faceSquashed faceAll aroundDriving is so tedious, turn the radio offSwitch the heater up for blast speedCocooned in the cosy corner of the wheel on the right in the frontGliding along in perfect comfort, don't step inFast to run, slow to dareCare to hedge your oath, just stay in touchThese are the GodsThese are the GodsThese are the Gods