If there was a god, I'm sure he would be hated For making bugs, this hell that was created Sit on a coat, put on a hat I am infested, it happens just like that I'm sure I hate 'em, there ain't no maybes Bodylice & crabs, headlice & scabies You take your pick They make me sick Well, I'll scratch until I bleed So there'll be scabs for me to pick....... -choking victim