Bug Song

Oh, Bug
There's a bug
And it hates you
Like it does
There's a gun
Where you are
And its making what you know and love
Is it really? I think its kind of, why?
You're inept, and off the web, I'm eating butterflies
I'll be dead, you'll be crying all the time
If it happens, then it happens, I'll go back in time



Credits
Writer(s): Sydney Mills Runner
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