Armies march in darkness Training to attack For years of senseless crushing They're gonna fight back Coming out of the woodwork Infesting every pore They don't just want revenge They want to rule the world
Bugs, bugs
They have a fearless leader A strong and wise old roach Ants collect his food supply While he sits on his throne Bloodshed will be welcome To feed the leech patrol They're much too quick to splatter They scurry down their holes
For every can of pesticide There'll be a human genocide They're crawling to get you
To arms, to arms We only have two arms How can we fight them When the Raid is gone A hundred bugs to every human The odds are so unfair Crabs destroy your sex life Lice are in your hair
