Served up in the backyard
Cooked too long on high
Flying out the window
Even dogs have passed them by
Didn´t know she was tied up
Better fed than forced
Time to meet the protagonist, boy
He never showed remorse

Choking on the one thing
His tongue had gotten too fat
A barely walking dead man
Seemed to know where he was at
Drive himself to the airport
Getting out of here
Overworking the small town
The law couldn´t get too near

Come on smut
You might´ve stayed