Bugs

Armies march in darkness

Training to attack

For years of senseless crushing

They're gonna fight back

Coming out of the woodwork

Infesting every pore

They don't just want revenge

They want to rule the world

Bugs, bugs

They have a fearless leader

A strong and wise old roach

Ants collect his food supply

While he sits on his throne

Bloodshed will be welcome

To feed the leech patrol

They're much too quick to splatter

They scurry down their holes

For every can of pesticide

There'll be a human genocide

They're crawling to get you

To arms, to arms

We only have two arms

How can we fight them

When the Raid is gone

A hundred bugs to every human

The odds are so unfair

Crabs destroy your sex life

Lice are in your hair