A Vultures life ainât a pleasant one.
Weâre always having to eat on the run.
But we gotta stay fed, so we keep a close eye.
Lookin for those about to die.
They call us the Roadkill Boys. Yeah weâre the Roadkill Boys.
We fly high and weâre coming for you.
We wonât kill you, but we want you to DIE.
Roadkill boysâ¦and weâll eat your dead ass too.
Squash it flat as much as you like.
Weâll still eat it even if itâs ripe.
We stick together and we do just fine
by cleanin the bones we find outside the white lines.
They call us the Roadkill Boys. Yeah weâre the Roadkill Boys.
We fly high and weâre coming for you.
We wonât kill you, but we want you to DIE.
Roadkill boysâ¦and weâll eat your dead ass too.
We might scavenge, but we donât hunt.
We just eat the dead things that you donât want.
You gotta think, what you hit in the night
becomes our meal after first light.
They call us the Roadkill Boys. Yeah weâre the Roadkill Boys.
We fly high and weâre coming for you.
We wonât kill you, but we want you to DIE.
Roadkill boysâ¦and weâll eat your dead ass too.
And weâll eat your dead ass too.
And weâll eat your dead ass too.
Roadkill Boys!!!
And weâll eat your dead ass too.