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 like that. I'm I hate 'em, there ain't 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 me mad as I scratch my body raw, sometimes it feels like sex when I'm scratching my paws. Sometimes it feels better, it gets wetter; lubed up with puss & blood... but 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 drop in clinic, hook me up some lindane! Oh yes lindane, the for the occasion, this lotion gives you 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, this time gone too far, my body is infested. I am infested, be the tested, this time it's too far, my body is infested...
One bug, two bug, bugs, four, these just 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 there's the eggs, the catch. If I don't delouse again, in days they'll hatch. And at this time, I will truly go my system shot by the use of the lindane. It is this lotion on my tested, this time it's too far, my body is infested.