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