Ratboys - Bugs! lyrics
[Ratboys - Bugs! lyrics]
In the land I like
Sun shines down like a peach
I love to think of fuzzy
Hairs of fire swaying so
The shaman I saw yesterday told me simply
'Go' so I calmly left her teepee and
Went home without a noise
The psychics minds are sewing
But the gypsies' hands stay still
The worlds around them change and spin
And rain soaks their clothing
But, one yells out, whispering
'It's all clearer to me now'
He dances in it
Psychics sewing words he's yet to say
The bricks are catty-corner to the
Grease below them now
And every time I look at them
I wonder who laid them
But, they've been here for ages
Weather's touched these natural tiles
It's something I must leave behind
And re-visit when I die
What I've meant to say this time
Is bugs are coming now
It's after dark, they're closing in
It was humid out today
And, one decides to try and make
An entrance in my ear
Thinks my head is the bee hive and
There the bounty will be found
Bugs behaving badly
Get 'em to the prison now
I tell you, yes, it is their fault
You should spit 'em from the sky
But, if you have too kind a heart
To cause these things to die
Then move on with my
Admiration trailing from behind
Bugs follow on like constellations
Frozen in the sky
Sun shines down like a peach
I love to think of fuzzy
Hairs of fire swaying so
The shaman I saw yesterday told me simply
'Go' so I calmly left her teepee and
Went home without a noise
The psychics minds are sewing
But the gypsies' hands stay still
The worlds around them change and spin
And rain soaks their clothing
But, one yells out, whispering
'It's all clearer to me now'
He dances in it
Psychics sewing words he's yet to say
The bricks are catty-corner to the
Grease below them now
And every time I look at them
I wonder who laid them
But, they've been here for ages
Weather's touched these natural tiles
It's something I must leave behind
And re-visit when I die
What I've meant to say this time
Is bugs are coming now
It's after dark, they're closing in
It was humid out today
And, one decides to try and make
An entrance in my ear
Thinks my head is the bee hive and
There the bounty will be found
Bugs behaving badly
Get 'em to the prison now
I tell you, yes, it is their fault
You should spit 'em from the sky
But, if you have too kind a heart
To cause these things to die
Then move on with my
Admiration trailing from behind
Bugs follow on like constellations
Frozen in the sky