your body's underneath my car
your little face smashed to the ground
your body's no match for my car
you're gonna be a lifeless mound
ooh...its a killin' machine
you lost everything
with a crushin' power
big fat tires, your death did bring
i'm bobbin'....you're weavin'...you're bleedin'
yeah, you're a wide blurry stain
swerve right...good night
you've been highway scarred

nobody could have seen that squirrel
my horn was beeped, but in the end...
nobody could have saved that squirrel
once he wandered 'round that bend
ooh...its a killin' machine
he lost everything
right up through his mouth
my back tires will bounce and spring
he's bloody...i seize him...i squeeze him
yeah, his life is gone
swerve right...good night
he's been highway scarred

no body, but there's still a head
i can see inside his brain
nobody sees me steal that head
and then i hit the road again
ooh...now, i've got seven or ten
of these bloody things
find them on the ground
or on the road...i start to sing
i love 'em...i need 'em...i eat 'em
i find the taste sublime
swerve right...good night
they've been highway scarred

nobody's safe from this here car
and if you're out there, you'll be found
somebody's gonna buy the farm
its gonna be a mournful sound
ooh..its a killin' machine
i'll nail anything
get a few each hour
big fat tires squish everything
i scrub 'em..i steam 'em...they're dreamy
yeah, its a wild little game
swerve right...good night
you've been highway scarred
you've been highway scarred
you've been highway scarred