Bugs just bite and itch And they never go away They live in shrubs and weeds and hair And wounds and cracks and hay They love the tase of sugar And the sweet smell of decay But who could ever blame them They were simply made that way Weeds are always growing Wild where they not may In fields of crops and in the way Where people want to stay Weeds can grow a foot tall In just one single day But who could ever blame them They were simply made that way Mankind is the inventor Of all the great machines That turn weeds into extinction And bugs to smithereens Mankind never gives a fuck About the rules of gain and pay But who could ever blame him He was simply made that way