Smiles a Little
Tire tread on a bloody squirrel
See it cringe and watch it curl
The lady, she laughs as she honks her horn
On she drives, she does not mourn
Raindrops on ugly black roses
Evil grins below bloody noses
They stamp their foot and they break their fist
The morning starts with an eerie mist
He barely breathes, speaking in monotone
He is nearly dead and certainly alone
The band she heard, she was their fan
But in traffic she ran and was hit by a van
The same lady as before who does not mourn
She smiles a little and honks her horn