If there was a god, I'm sure he be hated, for making bugs, this hell was created. Sit on a coat, put on a hat, I am infested, it happens just that. I'm I hate 'em, there ain't no maybes, bodylice & crabs, & scabies. You take pick. make me sick. Well, I'll scratch I bleed, so be scabs for me to pick. It drives me mad as I my body raw, it feels like sex when I'm scratching with my paws. Sometimes it feels better, when it gets lubed up with & blood... but later I'm upsetter. 'Cause of the pain when the becomes inflamed, I simply lost control, the scabies be blamed. Oh yes can! go complain to the drop in center clinic, hook me up with lindane! Oh yes lindane, the for the occasion, this lotion you cancer with too many applications. (3x) But I use it. I'll be the tested. This time it's too far my body is infested.
I am infested, I am infested, this it's gone too far, my body is infested. I am infested, be the tested, this time it's gone too far, my is infested...
One bug, two bug, bugs, four, these bugs fuck & eat, soon they'll be hundreds more. (to) Infest my head, my bed, bugs won't stop infesting 'til I kill them all dead. Then there's the eggs, the catch. If I don't delouse again, in days they'll hatch. And at time, I will truly go insane; my system shot by the use of the lindane. It is lotion on my generation tested, this time gone too far, my body is infested.