Cockroach

I am the cockroach, you are the cleaner

I feed on your scum, I am the feeder

You don't like me

And I don't like you either

I am an insect, you're the breeder

A bed of vile, it's the smell of cedar

Let me in, why suffer through this fever?

La cucaracha, ah

I know you wanted something better

In the gutter we writhe together

Once we we were men (Once we were men)

Now, la cucaracha, oh

La cucaracha

La cucaracha