If there was a god, I'm he would be hated, for bugs, this hell that was created. Sit on a coat, put on a hat, I am infested, it just like that. I'm sure I hate 'em, there no maybes, & crabs, headlice & scabies. You your pick. make me sick. Well, scratch until I bleed, so there'll be for me to pick. It drives me mad as I my body raw, sometimes it feels sex when I'm scratching with my paws. Sometimes it feels better, it gets wetter; up with puss & blood... but later I'm upsetter. 'Cause of the when the rash becomes inflamed, I simply lost control, the can't be blamed. Oh yes can! I'll go to the drop in center clinic, hook me up some lindane! Oh yes lindane, the for the occasion, this gives you cancer with too many applications. (3x) But I must use it. be the tested. This time gone too far my body is infested.
I am infested, I am infested, this time gone too far, my body is infested. I am infested, be the tested, this time gone too far, my body is infested...
One bug, two bug, bugs, four, these bugs just fuck & eat, soon be hundreds more. (to) my head, infest 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 seven days hatch. And at this time, I truly go insane; my nervous shot by the use of the lindane. It is this on my generation tested, this time it's too far, my body is infested.