Keeping the Cadaver Dogs Busy

Lyrics

We who end lives with a wink and a smile And a song in our hearts and a twinkling eye Do so with a noble purpose in mind – To thin out the rabble of humankind We are never where you think We'll be The shadow underneath your sink Our teeth into Your fragile flesh Is ours to do with as we "Please! Oh, help me!" Here come the cadaver dogs They'll find where the dead girl lies Unlike us, they'll be soft with her Like she were made of ice "Street musician found strangled In the trunk of a car" "Gutted vagrant found hanging From a tree in a park" "Naked infant found frozen On some steps leading down" "Headless foetus found rotting On the roof of a house" Recycle the body pits And human cluster dumps Filled with the burnt, the stabbed And the lucky machinegunned There are no victims Just landfill statistics Where overpopulation threatens us all "Disordered thinking" Is that what they call it? So, our culling (of) the herd has left you appalled? (Or,) see it as a self-defense If no other way Encroaching humans number our days Probe the young for signs To no effect Serial killing's not a birth defect Here come the cadaver dogs They'll find where the dead man lies Unlike us, they'll be soft with him Like he were thinning ice