Son Of Burn Lyrics - Gourds

expecting me to clean my house out 

under my fridge I found the roach bug 

they were eating my potatoes 

they even got to raise a fambly 

it aint no failing I just want 'em out 

I live in filth and now I want 'em out 

they dont even hep me to pay my rent 

they even eat the cash I hadn't spent 

the son of bum aint like a stink bug 

they aren't like the rolly pollies 

they dont behave like a cicada 

but there better than the crab bug 

if I could only dream about them 

and bathe them in the new age light 

I'd put cookies in my bedroom 

and gladly let them spend night in my bed 

in my bed