Making my snacks at the Road Kill [bad word] my hair with skeleton bone
Cover my shoes and they taste like honey
Cover my scent to the spider and the fly
Cover my scent 'cause spider don't try

Living by the rhythm at the Road Kill Café
You [bad word] for president, straighten up your tie
Open your mind, it'll make you happy
Polish of your booze with potatoes and a pie
jackknife rabbit just swoop me in the eye

I just want to spend time with you
I just want to spend all my time with you
And if I want you to fight I'll leave
I just wanna see you, I like seeing you

Calling all the freaks to the Road Kill Café
You can leave be your babies with your rides by the door
Look at your suit, man, you dress so snappy
Sharpen your machete on a hoodoo [bad word] Feeding your spaghetti through the barrel of a gun
Feeding your spaghetti through the barrel of a gun

Calling all the freaks to the Road Kill Café
Calling all the freaks to the Road Kill Café
Calling all the freaks to the Road Kill Café
Calling all the freaks to the Road Kill Café