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