I got bugs I got bugs in my room Bugs in my bed Bugs in my ears Their eggs in my head Bugs in my pockets Bugs in my shoes Bugs in the way I feel about you
Bugs on my window Trying to get in They don't go nowhere Waiting, waiting... Bugs on my ceiling Crowded the floor Standing, sitting, kneeling... A few block the door
And now the question's: Do I kill them? Become their friend? Do I eat them? Raw or well done? Do I trick them? I don't think they're that dumb Do I join them? Looks like that's the one
I got bugs on my skin Tickle my nausea I let it happen again They're always takin' over I see they surround me, I see... See them deciding my fate Oh, that which was once...was once up to me... Now it's too late
I got bugs in my room...one on one That's when I had a chance I'll just stop now I'll become naked And with the...I'll become one
Once a guy stood all day shaking bugs from his hair. The doctor told him there were no bugs in his hair. After he had taken a shower for eight hours, standing under hot water hour after hour suffering the pain of the bugs, he got out and dried himself, and he still had bugs in his hair; in fact, he had bugs all over him. A month later he had bugs in his lungs. Having nothing else to do or think about, he began to work out theoretically the life cycle of the bugs, and, with the aid of the Britannica, try to determine specifically which bugs they were. They now filled his house. He read about many different kinds and finally noticed bugs outdoors, so he concluded they were aphids. After that decision came to his mind it never changed, no matter what other people told him . . . like "Aphids don't bite people."
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BUGS
I got bugs
I got bugs in my room
Bugs in my bed
Bugs in my ears
Their eggs in my head
Bugs in my pockets
Bugs in my shoes
Bugs in the way I feel about you
Bugs on my window
Trying to get in
They don't go nowhere
Waiting, waiting...
Bugs on my ceiling
Crowded the floor
Standing, sitting, kneeling...
A few block the door
And now the question's:
Do I kill them?
Become their friend?
Do I eat them?
Raw or well done?
Do I trick them?
I don't think they're that dumb
Do I join them?
Looks like that's the one
I got bugs on my skin
Tickle my nausea
I let it happen again
They're always takin' over
I see they surround me, I see...
See them deciding my fate
Oh, that which was once...was once up to me...
Now it's too late
I got bugs in my room...one on one
That's when I had a chance
I'll just stop now
I'll become naked
And with the...I'll become one
PEARL JAM
:))
Once a guy stood all day shaking bugs from his hair. The doctor told him there were no bugs in
his hair. After he had taken a shower for eight hours, standing under hot water hour after hour
suffering the pain of the bugs, he got out and dried himself, and he still had bugs in his hair; in fact, he
had bugs all over him. A month later he had bugs in his lungs.
Having nothing else to do or think about, he began to work out theoretically the life cycle of the
bugs, and, with the aid of the Britannica, try to determine specifically which bugs they were. They
now filled his house. He read about many different kinds and finally noticed bugs outdoors, so he
concluded they were aphids. After that decision came to his mind it never changed, no matter what
other people told him . . . like "Aphids don't bite people."
Dick Philip K. - A Scanner Darkly
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