Insectkind Lyrics - Chumbawamba

Chapter seven 

There's bugs on the house plants of the folks back home 

Insects are material, they're not inferior 

Insects are material, they're not inferior 

What do we want? 

Insect liberation! 

When do we want it? 

Now! 

Insects are dirty, insects are filthy 

They never bother washing their legs or faces 

Insects are ugly, insects are evil 

They sniff around the brown and then they eat it 

An insect loses its way one day and gets trapped in the house 

An insect in the house, but not in this month's issue of "Wonderful Home" 

Fly spray or stinky thing, hanging from the ceiling 

A rolled up neswpaper on the head, the poor insect ends up dead dead dead dead 

But insects are dirty, insects are filthy 

They never bother washing their legs or faces 

Insects are ugly, insects are evil 

They sniff around the brown and then they eat it 

They eat shit, and they're walking on it! 

They fly around from town to town spreading disease 

They're ugly little monsters, and I hate them 

Won't you get rid of them for me? Please! 

But who likes the taste, who makes use of our waste? 

Who puts the goodness back into the soil? 

It's insects, bacteria, germs, and worms