Poor guy in the road, he's hanging on for dear life.

You can see it in his eyes; he's giving up on the fight.

The fight between good and evil.

And down South he struggles with identity.

Makes sense now, recalling things he's said to me.

My boy's got stories to tell.

He's been, like, in out of jail.

He's got some assholes back at home that just don't wish him well.

His daddy's genes, will prevail.

Seen friends get condemned to hell.

And every time he's risked his life, I tend to say:

This world, it needs an antidote.

The world, it needs an antidote.

Bad.

The world, it needs an antidote.

An antidote.

An antidote.

Bad.

He's got pretty eyes.

They're a shade of blue.

They're desensitized, mainly from his youth.

I can empathize, see his point of view.

So I

Tend to draw pink hearts around his wounds.

It's a hunter's world; we're like deer to shoot.

Pew pew.

They shoot us down like bucks.

With a .308, that's the best one to use.

It's the men in black and the boys in blue.

So I know

They'd shoot him dead and leave him there just like he's roadkill.

R-R-Road Kill

R-R-R-Road Kill

R-R-Road Kill

R-R-R-Road Kill

R-R-R-Road Kill

R-R-R-Road Kill

R-R-Road Kill

Road Kill

Road Kill

And I fear they'll shoot him dead and down some day.

Frame it as a suicide down the bay.

Boy,

Please fight those demons leading you astray.

You'll be the predator they turn to prey.

Boy.

Boyyy.

Boyyyyyy.

Boyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

My boy's got stories to tell.

He's been, like, in out of jail.

He's got some assholes back at home that just don't wish him well.

His daddy's genes will prevail.

Seen friends get condemned to hell.

And every time he's risked his life, I tend to say:

This world, it needs an antidote.

The world, it needs an antidote.

Bad.

The world, it needs an antidote.

An antidote.

An antidote.

Bad.