It's mean to mock the deceased, but ...
I really wanted to write a serious blog post about the first traffic death on the light rail line in Houston, but my bad taste keeps getting in the way.

Somebody's pickup by the side of the road
A pickup with a driver who forgot the railroad code
Someone's favourite pickup with a driver with no brain
When he ran the red light and tried to argue with a train

Yesterday it drove around in an asphalt paradise
From Westchase down to Montrose and from Katy up to Rice
Now it's just three tons of twisted steel
That don't smell very nice

It's nobody's pickup now.

You who love your pickup, be sure to use the brakes
Don't let it argue with a train, for that is a mistake
And upon a bright red light, don't drive onto the track
If you do, I'm warning you, your pickup won't come back
If you drive it on the train track I'm afraid that will be that
There will be one last despairing honk and a sort of crunchy splat
And your pickup will be slightly broke and very very flat
It's nobody's pickup, just ready to be picked up,

It's nobody's pickup nooow, hoummmmm...