Making Roadkill-Cretin

[ti:Making Roadkill] [ar:Cretin] [al:Freakery] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.21]Making Roadkill - Cretin [00:00.91] [00:09.96]Shambling down the roadside [00:10.62]Cheering as he goes [00:11.94]A manic flailing cretin [00:13.15]In filthy tattered clothes [00:14.67]Dead things are his playmates [00:15.84]He takes them in his care [00:17.07]Clutching limbs and tails [00:18.35]He whips roadkill through the air [00:19.78] [00:30.31]He uses them in puppet shows [00:31.33]Hung around his shack [00:32.50]Stuffs his backpack full of fur [00:33.66]Some bloody most are flat [00:34.86]Tied onto his belt of rope [00:36.31]A skirt of sunbaked stink [00:37.54]Running out of furry friends [00:38.97]He strokes their pelts and thinks [00:40.51]Setting makeshift traps [00:41.35]He titters and he claps [00:42.83]Birdies fish and rats [00:43.87]Are crammed in burlap sacks [00:45.52] [00:56.16]He drags the critters to the street [00:57.30]Waits for cars to pass [00:58.51]Then throws them at the tire wells [00:59.84]It kills them very fast [01:01.22]Sometimes lucky animals [01:02.19]Scurry past unharmed [01:03.79]Cretin screams and gives up chase [01:05.13]But catching them is hard [01:06.41]Drags them from their dens [01:07.58]Yanks them from their pens [01:08.98]They bite his scabby hand [01:10.21]He tosses them again [01:11.41] [01:32.78]One day running after prey [01:33.72]A stormy winter day [01:34.98]An orange van hits the man [01:36.20]And breaks both of his legs [01:37.34]He drags himself back to his fort [01:38.89]Despite the biting pain [01:40.05]And wraps himself in animals [01:41.33]Roadkill that he made