The cattle trailer?
All the beasts are dead.
Some bones have pushed through the gray skin and clumps of hair.
Scorpions are dancing in the puddles of gore seeping under the rig.
All of the drivers blood is his own.
Don't put that clown paint on me when I die, you dismal f****.
Bovine flesh dance.
All the beasts are dead.
Some bones have pushed through the gray skin and clumps of hair.
Scorpions are dancing in the puddles of gore seeping under the rig.
All of the drivers blood is his own.
Don't put that clown paint on me when I die, you dismal f****.
Bovine flesh dance.