When Jeffrey was a boy
He didn’t like his toys
Instead he’d dissect roadkill
Because that’s what he enjoyed
Roadkill, roadkill
Jeffrey used to bring home
Roadkill, roadkill
Young Jeffrey loved to play with
Roadkill, roadkill, roadkill
Jeffrey bleached the bones of
Roadkill, roadkill
It started with a tadpole
Killed before it could
Grow into a Frog
Then Jeffrey resorted to playing
With the intestines of decaying dogs
Dog guts, dog guts
Young Jeffrey loved to play with
Dog guts, dog guts, dog guts
Jeffrey used to bring home
Dog guts, dog guts
In Mason jars he kept the
Dog guts, dog guts
Jeffrey Bleached The Bones
Of the decomposing animals he found
But Jeffrey preferred taking
The intestines and messing around
Roadkill, roadkill
Jeffrey used to bring home
Roadkill, roadkill
Young Jeffrey loved to play with
Roadkill, roadkill
Jeffrey bleached the bones of
Roadkill, roadkill
Dog guts, dog guts
Dog guts, dog guts
Dog guts, dog guts
Dog guts, dog guts
Jeff was a different type of person. This is what he liked. Road kill, and motionless bodies. Men. Melting bodies, eating human. Minds think differently. Our fun, our sexual purposes. His so different. His brain. So different from the average man. The things he did, the things he lusted after....