Death rose in the hedgerows, bones beneath the grassFlesh and fur and gravel mix as giant cars crash pastInsects on the windscreens, feathers on the grillSkulls along the bumpers, red coatings to the sillsI've squashed things, squashed thingsSquashed things, squashed thingsAirborne fowl make fatal flights, rodents fatal runsSlugs make fatal slithers to a cliff edge one by oneAll share one long great graveyard, one hallowed stretch of groundThat countless fours of phantom paws plod aroundSquashed things, squashed thingsSquashed things, squashed thingsSquash things on the roadDriving is so tedious, turn the radio onSwitch the heater up, full blast, speed alongCocooned in a cosy corner at the wheel on the right in the frontGliding along in perfect comfort, what was that bump?Fox to rook, slug to deer, can to hedgehog, all just smearsI'll squash things on the roadI'll squash things on the road