Son Of Burn

The 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