Carrion

Pickin' at Dead Flesh
and Poking at Eyeballs
Ssearching the Highways
For Roadkills and Last Calls

Isn't it nice to be free
Isn't it nice to be me
Anything you want to be
As long as you Pay the Fee

Licking the Garbage
For Something to Eat
A Happy Meal Box
To strap on your feet
A long piece of plastic
A shelter for sleep
A ballot for the ballpark
You can't even read

Isn't it nice to be free
I'm glad it's not me
There's no where I want to be
Where someone else pays the Fee

Club ties and caviar
Champagne and Kittens
Are you surprised you were just killed
For your mittens
Living the life of a Czar
Bullets riddled through your car
Nobody care who you are

Isn't it nice to be free
Isn't it great to see
Justice for avarice and greed
and a place for the vultures to feed