What a bore As it crawls out the door With a bloody thorn In its paw There's nothing more I can do To make it Pull through Down the road I can still hear its moan Sends a freezing cold chill through the bone I shoulda knowed what to do To make it pull through There's a scream Is it brakes? Or a dream Some things are not Quite what they seem Let it bleed There's no need To make it pull through Someone on the road Something in the hedge Someone on the road They're to blame