This was inspired by a story told by Katryna at a show in Rochester 1/19/2001 about how she couldn't get her car to start on her way to a gig because the mice living in her backseat had chewed some lines.
You came over to my car, there were only a couple of you but literally, you were a couple, you were so small I didn't notice you I dropped some wrappers, some fast food bags, maybe even a couple of fries It was an open invitation, to multiply, to multiply All it took was two peeking seeking squeaking around Eating food in the backseat Food in the backseat All this food in the backseat And I'm infested at the end of the road I had to leave, I had a gig, everyone was waiting for me But the car wouldn't start, it made this whine every time I turned the key My Dave came out and popped the hood while I stood by so I could see If a man would handle the situation differently, differently All it took was two chewing wooing ruining my car Eating food in the backseat Food in the backseat All this food in the backseat Til I'm infested at the end of the road I was scared, I saw the mechanic, he told me not to get worried It was just some insulation had gotten stripped away All I needed was some DCon, and in a hurry Those furry brown creatures were really hungry... I drove out to the concert, out to the heartland, out to New York State I couldn't bear to kill them with the cyanide cheese flavored bait My car is filled with living things that need me I have no regrets I'm carrying mine, I'm carrying them, don't tell me that they're not my pets All it took was two hiding biting riding along Eating food in the backseat Food in the backseat All this food in the backseat Til I'm infested at the end of the road© 2001