If there was a god, I'm he would be hated, for making bugs, hell that was created. Sit on a coat, put on a hat, I am infested, it just like that. I'm sure I 'em, there ain't no maybes, & crabs, headlice & scabies. You your pick. They me sick. Well, scratch until I bleed, so there'll be for me to pick. It drives me mad as I scratch my raw, sometimes it feels sex when I'm scratching with my paws. Sometimes it feels better, it gets wetter; lubed up puss & blood... but later I'm upsetter. of the pain when the rash becomes inflamed, I simply lost control, the can't be blamed. Oh yes can! I'll go complain to the drop in clinic, hook me up with lindane! Oh yes lindane, the for the occasion, this lotion gives you cancer 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 just & eat, soon they'll be hundreds more. (to) my head, infest my bed, these bugs won't stop infesting 'til I them all dead. there's the eggs, the fucking catch. If I don't delouse again, in seven days 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, this time it's gone too far, my is infested.