BUGS! (5.04fr29)

Warning! Warning! Extra-terrestrial threat Look out, the skies a-falling, the skies a-falling And can you say something just to do with bugs Insects have many different forms Arachnids have eight legs Crickle crackle walking I'm a bright coloured warning, I'll damage your crops Sight pouring from my skin holes Hooking my feets to the rocks, I'm dawning Dawning with the morning Slimy insides smelly to the stinks I'm born in I'm a walking mess, rattling in my belly Tiny limbs, little dinky brown and green leaf snack My face is a dirty crack with holes used to feed my food sack With some wings, eyes and a dusty back, I sing Munching away at the floor to a click track Bugs Bugs Bugs They're Bugs Bugs Not rats I'm Bugs Every day I'm still a bug, I don't when this started I just wanted to be down But now i can't feel where my mouth is And I'm too close too the ground Near all the juice and pesticides that kill me now I don't know how to stop this Wanted to be down, not green and brown Mono, monotone, wriggling, dangling, from daisies and bark Let's go build a hole, dig it full of things Mudlarks writhe and twitch their raid-fearing souls Not a meaty body I'm just full of slop I'm just full of slop, I'm just more of less All a shoddy molt that even earth couldn't stop Can't stop me, King of the atomless, slimy and stinky Living in boggy rooms of the stratum we pull That bouldnt stull dob a rinky hinky stinky BUGS BUGS BUGS NOT RATS I don't really like Jesus because he likes to like get in you And like wriggle about and like He's like a little wriggly worm and he's all like jelly And we're bugs and slowing down And we're bugs and slowing down And we're bugs and slowing down And we're bugs and slowing down And we're bugs and slowing down And we're bugs and slowing down And we're bugs and slowing down And we're bugs and slowing down Agha agha stink bug Agha Agha stink bug Bugs! Crawling around your neibourhood Inserting pinpricks into arms of all kids playing in the woods And all the swelling and smelling is just small reminder Of all green and browners, jumper-upers Tickle back men, right behind-yers Slimy stinky brown and green we're bugs Slimy stinky brown and green we're bugs Slimy stinky brown and green we're bugs Slimy stinky brown and green we're bugs Slimy stinky brown and green we're bugs Slimy stinky brown and green we're bugs Slimy stinky brown and green we're bugs Slimy stinky brown Bites from the noble false widow spider Can trigger symptoms that are both localised and systemic And can range from light to debilitating pain And mild to intense swelling Crawling! Down your arms, gonna munch your dainty picnic Full of pus! Hard and itchy, hooked all over Can't deny I'm quicker than you Don't squish me! Brown and green that's me Feeding my food sack all day and night, dirty face The dirty species! Pesticides can't clean me