Текст песни The Jug Substance Incident

Driving on a busy street, No one knows nor will see What's become a tragedy, The aftermath revealed to me It's a substance split from a jug, On route 42's busy hub It's red in color with no suds, Almost like a jello brand rug It's left to lie on the road, It should be dumped in a commode And as I drive my car by, I just ask my self oh why And still the questions remain, How did this plastic jug get slain If it were alive would it feel pain, A mystery no one can explain On that Sunday afternoon, As I drove home all too soon Did others see what did loom the perpetrator is the goon