Mourning columns of twisted steel
Shattered windows where blood congeals
White knuckles still grip the wheel
Tragic trophies I collect with zeal
No one walks in reverence
Malodorous decay offers offense
Tangled in the metal hull, your corpse ferments

Patrolling the roads with pleasure and pride
My job: Seeking wreckage and people who've died
Vehicular slaughter that none can abide
Towed to my yard and sanctified

Rusting monuments to recklessness
Bucket seats stained by septic mess
Ichor and oil mix to opalesce
Your demise, I repossess
Engine blocks splattered with brains
Guts on axles, a twisted skein
Vinyl interiors festooned with, your remains

Patrolling the roads with pleasure and pride
My job: Seeking wreckage and people who've died
Vehicular slaughter that none can abide
Towed to my yard and sanctified

Wrecked! Smashed!
No one leaves the Iron Graveyard
Crushed! Crashed!
No one grieves the Iron Graveyard
Burnt! Torched!
No one tends the Iron Graveyard
Charred! Scorched!
Your dead end the Iron Graveyard

Charbroiled skin flakes onto the seats
Vitreous bodies boiled from the heat
Femurs shattered by metallic chunks
Flesh drips in deliquescent hunks

A mausoleum of steel and bone
Death stacked high upon the loam
A four-wheel coffin funeral home
My automotive catacomb
Flesh embalmed by gasoline
Chrome imbued with putrescine
A gleaming show finish that's so, cadaverine

Patrolling the roads with pleasure and pride
My job: Seeking wreckage and people who've died
Vehicular slaughter that none can abide
Towed to my yard and sanctified

Wrecked! Smashed!
No one leaves the Iron Graveyard
Crushed! Crashed!
No one grieves the Iron Graveyard
Burnt! Torched!
No one tends the Iron Graveyard
Charred! Scorched!
Your dead end the Iron Graveyard