If there was a god, I'm he would be hated, for making bugs, this hell 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, bodylice & crabs, & scabies. You take pick. make me sick. Well, scratch until I bleed, so be scabs for me to pick. It me mad as I scratch my body raw, sometimes it feels like sex when I'm with my paws. it feels better, when it gets wetter; lubed up puss & blood... but later I'm upsetter. of the pain when the rash becomes inflamed, I simply control, the scabies can't 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, this lotion you cancer with too many applications. (3x) But I must use it. be the tested. This time it's gone too far my is infested.
I am infested, I am infested, this time it's gone too far, my 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 fuck & eat, soon they'll be hundreds more. (to) my head, infest my bed, these won't stop infesting 'til I kill them all dead. Then the eggs, the fucking catch. If I don't delouse again, in seven days hatch. And at time, I will truly go insane; my nervous system by the use of the lindane. It is this lotion on my tested, this time it's too far, my body is infested.