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