Heavenly Highway... [Violent content]

Enjoying the day and taking a ride
Sunshine and "Smoke",.. being outside
But people walked in the road... being real rude
Soon changing his mind, changing his mood

Swerving around them, when sidewalks are clear
They give him the finger as he gets too near
Killer says to himself ; Think that wasn't nice?
How about if... I friggin' put you on ice?

Slow walk in the crossing, against the light
Don't matter to me... 'bout pedestrian rights
Got a ton and a half, of plastic and metal
I'll bet you'd look fine... under white-daisy petals

The street being empty, no one around
This asshole is... going to be in the ground
The scene was seen through a cloud of good smoke
Let's see if he thinks,.. this is a joke

Killer speeds up, not waiting a bit
As he takes from the joint, another good hit
The victim flies through the air with greatest of ease
Makes Killer happy... he slaps his knees

Through the windscreen, on which blood has sprayed
He sees another.... come to give first-aid
He gets him too... Oh what fun
He's on a roll,.. no where near done

The next one to get it, has headphones and I-pod
There's one more jerk, for the lonely grave's sod
Killer strikes without warning, like a cold blooded viper
There is hair waving madly, from the left windshield wiper

Why don't people walk on the friggin' side-WALK?
Side by side in the road...so they can talk
Spring is coming, Killer says to himself, with a smile
I can get a few, every couple of miles

The ones riding bikes... facing him in his lane
Isn't smart at all. He thinks it's insane
Like a prophesy,.. one such fool appears
Killer laughs as he sees the accident near

Someone exits a car, the door opens wide
No where to go...Not on this side
Not the guy's fault, he looked in his mirror
Didn't see the bike coming, no cars were near

It was beautiful. The bike slammed the door
He won't be riding... wrong-side no more!
Flipping up, and over the bars
He landed in front... of the next cars

Thump, thump... They could have stopped in time
Killer guessed that their thinking; "Must be like mine"
Sick of dodging the shit, in the road-way
They all had the thought; "I aint stopping today"

One more for the road, and then I'll go home
I'll write this up,.. it will make a good poem
That ass-wipe that lives just down my street
Walks in the road... just looks at his feet
 

Never worries about... him getting hit
Depends on his,.. pedestrian right
I don't worry, about that kind of shit
Careful...You... could get your's tonight