If there was a god, I'm sure he would be hated,
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for making bugs, this hell that was created.
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Sit on a coat, put on a hat,
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I am infested, it happens just like that.
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I'm sure I hate 'em, there ain't no maybes,
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bodylice & crabs, headlice & scabies.
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You take your pick.
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They make me sick.
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Well, I'll scratch until I bleed,
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so there'll be scabs for me to pick.
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It drives me mad as I scratch my body raw,
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sometimes it feels like sex when I'm scratching with my paws.
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Sometimes it feels better, when it gets wetter;
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lubed up with puss & blood... but later I'm upsetter.
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'Cause of the pain when the rash becomes inflamed,
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I simply lost control, the scabies can't be blamed.
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Oh yes they can!
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I'll go complain to the drop in center clinic,
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hook me up with some lindane!
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Oh yes lindane, the stuff for the occasion,
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this lotion gives you cancer with too many applications. (3x)
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But I must use it. I'll be the tested.
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This time it's gone too far my body is infested.
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I am infested, I am infested,
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this time it's gone too far, my body is infested.
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I am infested, I'll be the tested,
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this time it's gone too far, my body is infested...
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One bug, two bug, three bugs, four,
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these bugs just fuck & eat, soon they'll be hundreds more.
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(to) Infest my head, infest my bed,
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these bugs won't stop infesting 'til I kill them all dead.
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Then there's the eggs, they'll fucking catch.
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If I don't delouse again, in seven days they'll hatch.
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And at this time, I will truly go insane;
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my nervous system shot by the use of the lindane.
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It is this lotion on my generation tested,
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this time it's gone too far, my body is infested. (X2)
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Infested
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| Choking Victim |
